These past few days of restless sleep have verily affected me. The stars that are unseen are just of light. The rainbow is just water reflecting light. The worlds fight is consumed by itself. Darkness eventually confronts us and makes it's way past light. Death slowly creeps up on people. To flames or ice, the world shall fall, ashes of the dead are blown away until nothing remains. The worldly apocalypse itself is not resources, but humanity. The real fears of death shall consume oneself and they will fall.
Okay wait. You make multiple threads for separate poems instead of putting all the poems on one thread because you don't want to be accused of trying to keep your thread alive BUT it's well and fine to bump something that died 2 hours ago?
No what?! It was dead yesterday! ? Look kid. I'm giving your thread life hear. Don't expect it to happen again.