Time
Within a distant moral search
the truth whips her hair in your face
sashayed from oblivion comes
the trickeries of the momentous
idea that we are all one. Lies of utter
moronic identifiers of what emotion
shows upon your face. The clock strikes
a handsome note whispering the names
of those who will make it to the gates
in the atmosphere of choice.
Who decides our fate?
Copyright © Frankii Fame | Year Posted 2016
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