Failure!
This holds no promises or look what I have dones
It's
headfirst with a wrecking ball, our lifeless bodies lonely remains
standing with bare backs against structures built strongly of good
strained eyes toward infinite night skies, hemlocks, sunsets through white
It's like a tidal wave inside my brain eroding every
Work hard, play nice then send your souls to paradise
That's
one planet, one chance and look what happened. the prophecies
Let 'em hear you in the back.
The muffled whispers from
There's a kid within my head with a hatchet to
There's a television on in the basement where the beasts
not american, barely north american. ten thousand years of history
breathe in. kindle the fire. a new plague now living
Exhaustion takes the wheel and separates situations into delusions
Rip apart
One time was not enough. Fourteen and lost, combing through
Here's to the day when all the skies turned white.
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