Friday, August 17, 2012

It's coming
They say
A time when all life on Earth
lives in harmony without reproach
A time when the weekend won't matter
When autocomplete doesn't fix all our sentences
Others do. We do.
When we have answers for all our questions
That will never happen
At least, I hope it never will
We need the mystery
But some of us need all the answers
Like a ravenous demon
Hell bent and hunting
We shall cower, cloaked and closeted
until the time comes to strike
And we shall do what we were born to do



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