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