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Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker

(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Humanity's Purpose

I am the outstretched hand of death
Through me the reach is limitless
I am a boney finger
Stretched with sinew
The cycle of this reign through me continues

The duties of death so easily being managed
Therefor left free to lounge in celestial bliss
Humanity, in wanton neglect of it's abilities 
Carrys on the oldest job of Gods
We take lives of so many things
With slightest misstep, without a thought
An accident can massacre entire species
When we put our mind to it
What great and ending things we
Would surely make Sekhmet blush
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