June 27, 2014

Caesura

When even day robs you of articulation, you are faced with the powerful and the powerless and who will bear the burdens of victory, the mark of Cain? When I chose which moment of history to relive once more I was already gravely mistaken – stranger thoughts stranger still my crippling fear that you yourself only a beacon of destruction and devastation, nothing more or even less. Ashes to ashes, pristine feet rises anew only to witness the birthing of a tragedy that befalls finitely in an infinite time. Stop telling me how I should feel at your expense / even at worlds apart I have brought you to perish, to die along with I

tempus fugit 

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