Zachary Richardson Poet Shape

Itmonster

It is the inevitable, inescapable monster, that lies in wait for all
                     It has no qualms for the life it will take, for it takes every life
                        It is the master of fate, turning warm blood cold as slate
                           The screw rusts, the dew becomes dust, and all the
                              Liquid becomes ash at a rate deemed "fast" by
                                  Those who     KNOW         and           FEAR  
                                     ----------------------------IT----------------------------
                                  Rot / Rust / Rebuild / Rename / Reform/RE
                              Conquer / Divide / Rebel / Establish / Commence
                           Over / and / over / and / over / and / over / and / over /and
                        New is an irony, history a fallacy, it's all the same, it's all old
                     It's all the same, It's all the same, the best have already been.

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