The way once was.

That very idea appears
To be a broken promise
The living sincerity folds its tears
Beneath that of the grey mist
Brought by the infectious thunder
Not rock stone and scissors game
The gain on life youth brought hunger
Walls finger painted not the same
It runs more than against the tide
Where the waters build dry a requiem 
While the sky’s watched the wind ride
The ship to pass to carry on to oblivion 
Your other self in reborn to journey 
Last all through spring night and day
In deceit bearing fruit in another sea
The light in passing asteroids way
Bring another’s darken space not free
Chance of greater reflection deaths ebb
Mass directions to escape plummets reason 
The count in true numbers become a web
Century in fear becoming smaller seasons
Must break the will way of social ends.








   



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