what’s this suit¿
this skin masking flesh and bones
founded for rot.
what’s this war?
this rage, these twin-like paradigms
wrestling for control in this shell.
what are these desires¿
why are they contrary?
do you feel it? this spirit running you,
is it of the prince of the power of the air¿
did you get lost in this matrix?
i think you did. i think we all did.
ironic, we were born for death.
yours truly,
Shirlin.
26/12/2018 13:37
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