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Pasts
Everywhere points to the destruction of man…
Even you.
“where are we headed?”
“Just across that bend there”
“But how ma— ”
And there in the middle of warfare against the worst possible odds imaginable, it struck him.
“Who is that in the distance…”
And there in the cold of night there roamed a creature against glass windows. “Here I am…” was the wind speaking? “Who are you?”
And from the bowels of the past lumbered down the great kings whose faces were holy, hollowed out by worms.
Sometimes the world is a bit thicker than you could ever really imagine it. I see it all so clearly, crosses on the windows and dark England alleyways and strange idols. I can see the glass. I can see myself in the mirror, a pun on time, “thou shalt surely die.” The engraving above the mirror had read. I smashed the glass.
I have so much to say, but it will hurt.
Are we going to stand for this?
I want to do something.
I clench my fists and grit my teeth.
My nails are struck into my palms.
I WANT TO SHOUT!!!!
“ WE HAVE WASTED OUR WHITS ON POEMS LIKE THIS “
Even you.
“where are we headed?”
“Just across that bend there”
“But how ma— ”
And there in the middle of warfare against the worst possible odds imaginable, it struck him.
“Who is that in the distance…”
And there in the cold of night there roamed a creature against glass windows. “Here I am…” was the wind speaking? “Who are you?”
And from the bowels of the past lumbered down the great kings whose faces were holy, hollowed out by worms.
Sometimes the world is a bit thicker than you could ever really imagine it. I see it all so clearly, crosses on the windows and dark England alleyways and strange idols. I can see the glass. I can see myself in the mirror, a pun on time, “thou shalt surely die.” The engraving above the mirror had read. I smashed the glass.
I have so much to say, but it will hurt.
Are we going to stand for this?
I want to do something.
I clench my fists and grit my teeth.
My nails are struck into my palms.
I WANT TO SHOUT!!!!
“ WE HAVE WASTED OUR WHITS ON POEMS LIKE THIS “
Published 22nd Feb 2018
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