everything is everything

time dilates like the iris of a frightened youth

staring down the barrel of his future // silent death

a hope broke out in the morning, but it was only fake news

the lifeless bodies were wound up yet again to watch the evening ruse

spiraling into tight-fisted control; forlorn and unforgiven

it’s like the last time, too

just different, it seems

who needs new glasses when you’re living in dreams?

everything is everything

but it’s nothing, really

you got two more chances and you’re still empty

let a father dig a grave and it’s okay

maybe find the Son the next day

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