Hereafter
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A run, a race, walking, a mile, or two
hundred, times five, two wrongs don't
make it right. Chase me out of here, &
what happened... the Dark Forces within,
emergency procedures, the Lord, on
death's door... haters, & ice cream with
cake... dividing the t-shirt & still no
regrets, processing the morning, thoughts
passing through, Holy War, & Holy
Water... child. This paranoid haze
regenerates within my mind; a
surrounding environment quiet, peaceful,
& hopeful. An act towards the status quo,
for all I know, to continue forward, with
a word based solely on hidden truth;
untangled & revealed to a concluding
mystery. The variables scatter, the center
point is desired, & so is the target.
Hereafter unknown, lost in other’s
perception. Sifting through the fog of
illusion to know a truth.
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