There is an old familiar feeling of the warm numb reality staring clear through
what has come to pass into the future road infinite in it’s hell and perils
vast with beauty that will never be viewed
bought and sold shaming the dawn with a price a tag that lowly beggars dare not even read
the anxious muscle cringes in front of the truth and the retinas turn downward
feet keep moving for the weight pulls forward knowing how selfish it is to go reverse
for genesis is the only part of this that can be erased


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