Tomorrow spits upon me.
Yesterday too much of the same.
Time, calls me names.
Looking past vision, rhyme, violation, and lore.
Raped by reason’s whore.
A number alone,
but, never given satisfaction.
Blasting the holier-than-thou.
Stand ahead.
None now behind.
Embrace dread.
Hate my kind.
Who cares..?
Not.
I.
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