The Cosmic Ghost Writer

Traveling to the after life like a ring around the moon,
Soon we will recieve the boon to our existence,
Since we've been harvesting the essence of ourselves,
Another level left to be shelved melting my animal mind,

One of us will rise to never have to occur here again,
It's the end my friend, grinning all the way into the ground,
Found everything I'm ever going to plea for in the feed,
Freed from the need to ever explain myself to you again,

Sing me a song of how the great are intertwined with evil,
Reapers of people angels and demons fighting over our dust,
Busted off the crust underneath the Earth that gobbles us up,
A touch of luck and the great destiny might have a falling out,

Warrior poets wondering long why their right is wrong,
On the back of a cut is the price for living on the edge,
Dredge my measured ingredients of sentient beings,
Beating off meat from our bones gunning with gravity,

My revving engine fueled by a dinosaur carcass,
The hardest part is manipulating their tiny atoms,
Latched onto the last idea they have to be useful,
Ghosts on the cinder block from an apocalyptic zoo.
Written by glfinding (Steven Delauder)
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