This is probably the shortest poem/story I ever made lol
This poem is about how a human's moral choices(between right and wrong) have made them the most dangerous creatures on Earth. Hope you enjoy:)
Inspired by the beautiful artist Etham and his song, "For Myself" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2jXBo8PbTA
~ R A B B I T S ~ Inspired by Lewis Carroll's "Alice in Wonderland"! Enjoy! (Will probably be posting irregularly now because of school.)
A cute and funny story about the nest of bunnies that was in my new front yard for a few days this summer 😊 It was one of God's new blessings for my family to enjoy <3
Can we be free in this society? Can we experience complete freedom?
I guess I just have a strange desire to become an animal
They could only amplify the chaos with their long ears--thankfully they cannot see what's in front of them--for their eyes are full of unseeable illumination. They cannot be grasped, but they can expe...
dear white rabbit, why did you have to pop up in my life?
Upon the beginning, an ocean of necrotic fluid, a stream of rotting flesh, mountains of bones rotting decay, festering in foul stench, a realm of indulgence drenched in death-bound sin, saturated in c...
This poem is about how a human's moral choices(between right and wrong) have made them the most dangerous creatures on Earth. Hope you enjoy:)
Inspired by the beautiful artist Etham and his song, "For Myself" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2jXBo8PbTA
~ R A B B I T S ~ Inspired by Lewis Carroll's "Alice in Wonderland"! Enjoy! (Will probably be posting irregularly now because of school.)
A cute and funny story about the nest of bunnies that was in my new front yard for a few days this summer 😊 It was one of God's new blessings for my family to enjoy <3
Can we be free in this society? Can we experience complete freedom?
I guess I just have a strange desire to become an animal
They could only amplify the chaos with their long ears--thankfully they cannot see what's in front of them--for their eyes are full of unseeable illumination. They cannot be grasped, but they can expe...
dear white rabbit, why did you have to pop up in my life?
Upon the beginning, an ocean of necrotic fluid, a stream of rotting flesh, mountains of bones rotting decay, festering in foul stench, a realm of indulgence drenched in death-bound sin, saturated in c...