Death of a futurist
We died my friend
The other day…
The future’s dying
Everyday…
Begged of mother
Put a scepter in our veins…
We gazed at stars
Vaginas were killed…
We lie, I die
Without befuddled aims…
Stealing love’s gowns
Wailing with clowns…
We tear our friends
We found in losses…
We say we love
We say we’ll die…
We name ourselves
Claiming heaven our own…
With other’s promise
Scaling blind for scores …
We’ve come undone, yes
The blessed in debt the young…
Gods shutting ears
With sales of fire…
We dreamt our life beyond the womb
Inside his leaky lair…
Ghostly trances being our wound…
Never here together and cold
Can’t claim bonds of the soul…
We are all daughters
Bulging Sudan shitting wells…
Summer pays the gunman
With gold teething heirs…
Skeletons of fables badged in motley flags…
Applauding blood in stables of luck’s mutants.
...and the only way to change is to constantly work to make the end the beginning..
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