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do i stand like a statue
or
run like the wind into the warm embrace of no one
jsut
the future.
shall i ride the carisel
or
the the unocorn, mythical
so both end up no where
i walk
like a man should,
no map
no compass
notihng, cept my eyes
to guide me into teh world
wandering, trying to figure it out.
never knwoing
stumbling, yelling
breaking down
running till he cant follow you, till you lose him
and urself in the openess
false pretenses filled wiht vast missed chances
never knwoing
cants take it back
letting hims truly ahve you
heart
body
mind and
soul
its the reapers to dowith as he pleases.
limeted teim, already running out
never enough
missed chances
youll never get back
make em right eh first tiem woudl be a god
to mess up is to inherit human traits
lasting legacy or make a smile
give the chance to the future or take it away like
the human virus, greed.
watch out wars a coming
pestilence marching behind it
famine gnashing on the bones
and death bring up the reasr reaping teh reward of his brothers.
riding off into the future wiht rings, binding him
on the horses they go
4
brothers.
the tru unsoppalbe force
but we let them live in our world
we made them, we can destroy them
lol lol lol lol
lol rofl
doubtful.
they have already been deeply impanted into political scandals, into the wealthy, that dont knwo how to look down.
and us, already looking up, seeing no heling hand, letting them guide us like sheep to the slaughter. break teh fence, we are coming out.