untitled # 609

I am a world in flame

stripping back the wash of time

as roaches congregate, on vanities of word and rhyme

the future, past and now collide

causing earthquakes shaking ‘time’

until the person that was you

dissolves into a distant blue

and all the world remembers you

and all the world remembers you…

mourn ye not for days not won

the battle rises with the sun

and peace will set for everyone

and peace will set for everyone…sperm sig

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