Wednesday, April 28, 2021

0, a Work in Progress

truth is only found in zer0
trails traces and signs
those of us who can see, and feel?
song of us leave trace and sign
your sins are twisted and/or designed
song of us decide to drown in wine
And all of us are just maligned
but only 0 can rewind
.
We see your works through hooded eyes
we gaze upon their Truth and your lies
you decide how this one goes
we will watch your dying throes
you kill the south: You whip up wind
and none yet know what is frozen within
.
0 precedes all




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