awakened to the sound of reality
the sight of regeneration falling
to earth all but noticed in the spring
blood filled oceans pooled Atlantic
graves the hope has audacity but
who dares to parachute truth
in an age of over consumption and
obese egos famished for humility
but all will be humbled with iron rod
so i offer the bull of my lips like incense
on the altar of supplication bcuz i know
in the end all who live fallaciously
will never know the new beginning...
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