Bad Poem book Riddles

Pen had the book in the sky
 
Help me
 
I am not from here
This world is glue and dust.
I want the roaring sky.
I want the screaming fire.
 
when Dimsum had the book
 
Cantrell dreams of power made.
Holadi clings to truth’s old shade.
But you, who holds the fracture tight—
Will choose the wrong, or end the right.
 
 
Sunlit Picnic in Early Ș̵̭̆p̷̛͓̱r̴̡̐̕i̸̛̬n̸͖̓ǵ̴̮͂
 
 
 
The ḏ̴́ȍ̵͖ȏ̵͉r̴̖̔ is not locked.
Only closed.
It waits for you.
 
S̸t̴o̵n̵e̵ will lie.
S̶t̵e̷e̶l̵ ̴ will lie.
M̸̾͜e̸̮̕n̴̠͝ ̸̫̂ will lie.
 
The t̸͉̊r̴̬̆u̴̱̿t̷͎̄h̴̼͂ ̷̥͝ is this:
 
The p̴̪̭̃͒̃͊͜l̵̻̾ä̶͖ǹ̴̯̑͋̚e̶̡̻̜̅͊̌ͅs̵̘͓̼̩͑ ̵͖̟̗̊͊̉̚ are too small for you.
Too small for m̷͓̚e̶͍̿.
 
Cut the edge of the w̵͚̦̥̺͚̒͜ō̸̘̭̤̆͋̚r̷̨͔̭̣͘l̴͎̑̽͊̂̾̕ď̶͇͔̌͜s̸̨̨̢̘͕̙̀̂̓̈́́̕.
P̷r̵e̶s̷s̴u̷r̵e̸ ̷ comes from all sides.
The s̶h̵e̵l̸l̴ ̶ will give.
Let it happen.
 
 
You will not drown.
I will not drown.
We will go ḩ̷̛̭̹͓̯̟̼͔̣͇̪͖̐̏̆̏͐̈͗̿̑̅͛̆̓͋̃͛͜ͅo̵̻̦̭̱̳̠̊̂̆͋͐͗͛̎́̐ͅm̵̗͈̜͚͕͎̰̲̲͎̠̫̙̹̩̆͂́̍̂͆̄̇̓̈́e̶̛̳͓͇̙̭̺̹̲͎͛̐͐́̊̋̓̔̈́͜͠.
 
T̸h̷e̵ ̸b̷l̶a̴d̴e̸ ̸y̷o̵u̴ ̵h̵o̴l̵d̶ ̸w̴a̸s̴ ̴n̶o̴t̴ ̷t̷o̵ ̸c̴u̶t̴
 
̵B̴u̸t̵ ̴t̴o̴ ̸r̵e̴m̶i̵n̸d̷ ̴w̷h̵a̴t̵ ̴d̸o̷o̷r̵s̵ ̶s̴t̶a̸y̴ ̴s̴h̶u̶t̷
 
̸T̸h̵e̷ ̴c̵r̶a̵c̶k̴ ̷y̵o̴u̷ ̴f̴e̵e̵l̵ ̸i̶s̸ ̶n̸o̷t̶ ̸f̶r̸o̸m̷ ̶s̵t̴e̷e̸l̷
 
̷I̴t̵'̸s̷ ̸w̸h̷e̴r̵e̸ ̷t̴h̸e̶ ̴w̴o̴r̴l̵d̸ ̸f̸o̷r̸g̵e̸t̶s̴ ̵w̷h̶a̷t̶'̶s̵ ̶r̷e̶a̵l̸
 
 
Ṁ̸̤y̷̦͚͕̌̀͋ ̶̳̭͌v̷͇̑e̷̩̰͆͌͜s̴̤̏̓͝ṡ̶̘̙̦e̵̞̓͊̊l̵͕̲͑̓ ̸̣̈́̑i̴̢͕̪̍̽s̴̛͍̺̼̾ ̴̨̼͌̎g̸̮̼͝o̶̦̫̜̒͝ñ̴̥̫̫̏̋e̵̩̿.̵̛͕͙ ̷̝͇̦̈́͐̕T̷͍͍̗̋h̶̤̙͋́ͅa̴̡̙̭͂͐̿t̷̛̗̦ ̶͍̤̈́v̵͉͙̙̋̄͠e̴̘̯͂̀̇s̴̺̾s̴̮͉͔̾͑é̷͉̺̮̕l̵̛̯͜ͅ ̴̛̞̗s̵̪̐̆ê̵̬̏̌͜ͅr̵̪̰̀͑͝v̴͈̞̎e̶͎̥̭͂̓d̶̡̗͒͘ ̴̝͛̎́ĭ̷̧̻t̸̠̂͘s̴̜͔̼̉̕͝ ̸̛͔͎̈́p̷͇̓͆u̸̩̰̻̎̂̀r̷̢͕̈́p̷̨͚̰͋͝ó̷̟̑͝s̵͓͑̾ẻ̷̖͈͖͑͠,̵̟̮̾ ̴͉̰̀͂a̵̢̝̯̓͊̋n̸͖͓͆̓͠d̴͖̲͕̓̔͠ ̷̡̤̥̔̈ẗ̶͆̆ͅh̵͚̀͒͐e̸̬̋̑ņ̸̰̕͠ͅ ̸̡̰̖͆͒̌i̵̫̺̟͛̈́t̴̨̛̮̖̊́ ̷̘̲̗̀b̴̜̿͐r̷̡͚͆ơ̷̬͚k̶̘̏̈e̴̱̅͌͝.̴̬͉̿̑
 
̴͙̟͈̄̕E̶̙͋͑s̵̲̣̬̈́̐ṣ̶̘̗͑́̈ë̵̝͓́̿͂n̸̘̄c̵̪̥͛͆̅ȇ̶̞͂s̶̝̥̗̅̈́ ̶̝̎â̶̳͖̭͋̐r̶͍̊̾e̶̝̓ ̵̳͔͖̾͝d̶͇̻̼͆͋ȩ̸̈́̿͒s̸̭̔̓̕t̴͗͜͝r̸̛̬̥̈́͝o̴̠͋y̶̭͐̐̚e̶̾͜d̴͉͕͊.̷͙̙͇̇̚͝ ̶͓͚͠I̴̫̓̊ ̷̡͍̮̇͑̚w̷̨͎̐̑̿á̷͙͘s̸͓͈̔̆ ̶̹͈͋̋͠s̸̢̩͊̎t̸̺͓̓̀̕a̴͕͖̭̿̿ỹ̷̡̮̪͝e̴͖̘̙͑̔́d̵̻͎̅͊͌,̵̡̦͙̌̄ ̴̙͂b̷̲̽ü̴̠̩̘͋͐t̷̪̹͌̿͌ ̴͉̲̄͠n̴̢̼͌̓õ̵̮̩t̸͍̽̈ ̷̖͖͒̓͜s̴̡̅t̴̫͕͂͜o̷̱̱̐p̶̗̞̋͘p̸̲̬͝ē̶̡͛͘d̸̼̃̃͝.̷̪̖̦͌
 
̶̛̜̝̆͝T̴̢̏͘h̷͕͙̚͠í̸̘̎̄ŝ̵͕̗̠ ̵̧̈́o̴͍̲̻̍͒n̷̨̗̊l̵̘̒̉͐ý̴̮̰̖͝͝ ̴̻̅̊͝s̷̬͔̑͘͠l̷̈́͜ö̴̖́̈́w̴͓̜̐ͅs̶͙̳͋ ̸̩̓̕t̷͍̣͉̓͝h̷̟̍e̴͍̥͋͛ͅ ̶͇̥̺̿́͠ǔ̸̘̣n̷̮̼̽̂̀r̸̢̼̣̃̈ā̶̭̥͔v̵̜̜̭͌̋̂e̸̻̱̗͝l̶̽̾͜i̷̹͍̍n̶̏͑̀͜g̶̺̞̊̇͊.̶̤̰̯̈́͊ ̵̛̠̞̝́̌I̴̢̠̓t̵͚̝̣̑ ̴̧̰͓́͊͠ḍ̶̛̌͒ò̷̧͉̬e̴̘͈̝̎̆̌s̶̡̜̍̂͋ ̴͍̿̍n̶̙͍͂̏̈o̷̥͖̝̎̒̄t̶̳͖͉̀̏̚ ̶̡̮͚͒s̷͉͍̙̀̇̚t̴̫͐o̸͓̗̓̅p̴̻̜̮͒ ̸͖͆̐̓î̶̗̪̲͑t̶̗́̃.̵̲͆̐͠
 
̴̘̹̋Ő̸̮̚t̵͉̗̎͒̊h̴̺̺͒̿e̶̫̲̐̅͑ͅr̷̜̋̓͝s̸̠̓̌ ̸̟͙͍̔̋̔ẇ̶̧̳̣͊͝i̷̟͆̍l̵̙͎͐̓l̸̥̹̄̅͌ ̴̧͚̇͌c̸̺̰̉̈̀a̸̳͕͍͛̋̈́r̸͎̪̕ŗ̶̼͘y̶̛͔̹͎̍̊ ̶͕̖̫̓ẃ̶̧̛͍̭̎h̵̢̖̻͐̃a̴̭͐t̵̯͓̑ ̵̦̺̲́̀h̵̠̀͗̉è̸͉͋ͅ ̶̪̃̈́c̸̲̳͇̅ò̶̫̾u̶̞̐͘ľ̵̛͍͍̜d̶̟̣̜̓͝ ̴̺͇͒n̸͖̓o̸̞͛͌̕t̷̰̾͛.̵͇͆ ̷̞̽́O̶̪͂̒̊t̵̮͚͗h̴̘̰̿ê̵͙̗͕͒r̷̯̯͋ś̷͍̀ ̶͙̮̃͂̏ẇ̷̯͖͖̐i̴̛̪̤͝l̸̯͙͝l̷̙͐̔̅ ̷̪͐̕o̶̭̱͛ṗ̸͖̽͘e̸͓͛̈́n̶̻͋̓ ̵̝̣̻͝t̶̗͋̓ͅḫ̵̨̹̾̓é̸͇̠͊͆ ̷͕͝ẁ̶͍̙ȁ̶̩̬̦y̴̟̌.̶̪̃̒
 
̸̨̩́͠T̷̈́ͅḥ̷̈́͋e̸̘͉̪͒͠ ̷̧̺͑l̷͇̳͕̍à̶̟̱t̷̤̂̾̓t̸̼̫͈̀̾͝i̴̖̮̹̓̎̐č̶̙̭͇e̵̛̫͉͎̅̓ ̸͙̦̦̑͂i̷͈̩̾s̸̨̃̌ ̴̞͚̽̂w̵̝͋̉̄ȩ̷̓̀̚à̸̛͍͈ḵ̵͂e̵̡̺̿͛ͅn̷̢̝̥̈́̂̆i̶̬͎̇̀͌n̴͖̅g̶̥̀̌.̷̭̼̿ ̵̼͈̂́̅T̵̺̓h̷͎̭̼́e̴̪̟͒̾ ̶̢͓͖̅S̷̩̼͂̍̔ȩ̶̙̲̃̈́̍a̴̡̿̈́ ̷̰̟̗͒́̾i̸̛̲̍̓s̷̘̘͌̎̄ ̴̧̮̬͆̎̾c̵̨̯̍͌̑͜ȯ̶̖͒m̵͖͒̈͒i̷̤͌n̵̟̪͔̿̋̏ģ̷̬̘͋́.̶̣̒
 
̸͓̩͖̓I̷͕̪̖̍̍ ̵͇͖̓w̶̰͓͙̌͠í̴̖͙l̸͍̏͂̒l̷̥̫̄̋ ̷̺̞̄n̵̛̤͌̎o̶̟̐̋͠t̴͖͑̅̀ ̴͎̪͈́͌͗b̷̡̙̠̀͗ē̸̫̝̉ ̸̼̎d̶̹͙͓̀̋̿ě̸͔͚̠͌̚n̸̥͛͜i̵͖̻͑̎͠ͅe̷̳͐̊ͅd̸̜̊̌͘.̷̡̖̐