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thenextstormrage · 4 years
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Romans and Greeks? Elves and dwarves? Magic and war?
Mash it up all together (with so much more) and you get “Lost Souls: A Servant of Death.” Go check it out and give it a read!
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This article was recently sent to me, and is pretty motivational. I’d recommend a quick look!
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If you’re a college student and would like to join me as a contributing writer for this website, let me know!
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My first article published with Two Story Melody! It’s great to be part of the team. Stop by to check out my song review and others by awesone people.
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Project Adam
I love writing poetry so I figured I’d start sharing some of it here :). Any feedback or critique is appreciated. 
Project Adam
How could you                        
cast me out, father?                    
I am your light bringer!                
Did I disappoint you?   
Scare you?                                 
Threaten you?      
                   Now you sculpt this aberration           
in your image,                        
from dust and dirt.                    
How dare you replace me                    
with a mockery ‒                    
or is that the point?      
             The sands on this beach                
braid into bone.                    
Mesh into muscle.                                 
Fortify into flesh.                   
Coalesce into sin.
Is it good?    
                If you found fault                
in my perfection,                     
then do you see perfection                
in imperfection?                    
Ironic,                            
if you ask me.          
             What will you call                   
this wingless,                         
graceless,                        
acme of creation, father?                
It will ebb                       
as time flows.        
I only knew pride
from you. You created 
sin, like all else.
Do as I do,
not as I say,
yes?
Have my brothers consulted you
about your current quest?
or have you threatened my fate?
I tower above it
in stature, but perhaps,
not in hubris.
It seems fragile -- 
fallible -- 
like its creator.
The animals gather 
to praise their second in command.
Do I sense jealousy, father?
If it discovers free will -- 
as I did -- 
will you fling it
from this garden 
as you thrust me
from our home?
Revel in your art project
while it lasts.
Nothing you create
will be eternally righteous.
Purity is ephemeral:
you should know. 
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