Dumb Luck
Luck
curses
at my youth
sorely for this:
fortune is blindly
wasted on savage kids,
unschooled but ready-to-rule
soulless brat packs, that unsubdued
will burn nature, spitting her ashes
like mad mountains exhale apocalypse.
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