ear to the wind,
my ancestors scream
for me….
they scream,
at me.
I am a stranger
and
they
cannot see
me.
lost
in a rainbow
of greed,
purpose thwarted
…nay,
-aborted,
by saccharine hope
for acceptance
&
love.
soft hands,
soft heart,
&
a hard cock –
a SNAG
without a soul.
there are many paths to ruination
but only
one
single
trail
leads
to salvation.
close your eyes,
and breathe….
do you see it?
then Go,
and don’t look…
back.
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