It seems as though the sand has run out
and everyday there is a sign
that soon everything you thought will vanish with the others
ideas of fear they've instilled in us
flashing images filled with blood
but no one wants to grow old
forever young idolized
andolescence renewed
though wisdom comes with age and time
frightened into our giant empty rooms
by a god who will never love you
unfulfilled spaces
scab like old wounds
I can't tell you what will happen
but I know today i feel fine
and fuck tommarrow if it comes
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