Genesis is knowing
the end could be.....
A Final Fantasy!
Time can take it's time with
us now.
Into the proper arenas
where our trials can play
out like entrapment's
of wicked men.
The skeleton of scorpion
crawls on the walls
of the machine
you grew here.
Death delivers genocide
something you always find
a way to come to life. When death designs.
In the ever-flow of tide.
The birth is foreshadowed
by the years forgotten.
In my columns I'll find my skeleton key
and make my door and find
my path within me.
I'll move pass the end and find
my new beginnings.
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Author:
ReflectionShadow (Pseudonym) (
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