| Third Eye Future As I sit with words so profound I was lost but now found. Only when the trump sound voices of litany hit me with libel. I am my words like they are from the Bible, a lost tribe searching for meaning, by subpoena the truth to court. Dark child forgot what was taught. A war with no battles fought and no glory sought but in negligence people find pentenace a sweet melody is vicariously hearing the future as it walks and horrifying screech when it talks. I am. |
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