Someday you’ll show us all. I’ll be sure to watch the clock halt, reset itself in a vain attempt to catch up with the genius you swore was dormant. Well, where was I when planets realigned as to position themselves over your brow? Something tells me you’ve never known and the shadow-boxing finally got the best of you. Skulls would've been leveled if you were subjugate to a fraction of our undertakings, but now you're championing the former collective where once a whisper barely made it to crest? Well your past is failing to impress, as my present hasn't warped around me to appease your alleged relevance. Don’t tell me the future is in novelty cancellation anthems or workhorse minutes on the set of a movie no one will see. Naked cousins crossing eyelid horizons once she's been detailed in severed arm spoils, telling yourself they'll substitute in time. telling yourself time will finish what you start.

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