Prophecies once made are no more Crushed deep into bemire below
The fake sacrosanctness is galore Divulgence of the decaying unjust flow Beam of fire penetrates the mind Dissemination to each kind,
Myriad Chromosomes bursting alive, Gushing and crushing the expression of mine Diminution of my hand's coarse lines The dead me is on war ….
Shadows must walk free, no lore Ghosts of the bygones nowhere to follow
Free your mortal sight, so pure Resurrection of our true plight from fallow We all here to die alone Arduous to construct each clone
Standing outside the cemetery gates, finally, reach to a beautiful grave hollowness of my gut fades, while adrenaline fills the empty space It's time to me et after a long life, Few steps are what all it takes, to lie next to the unveiling darkness still waiting… For someone to open the corroded gates.
Still waiting..
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