our paths are predetermined
the sacred never safe
the ticker tape tells our stories now
in letters that come too late
we thought too long about this
watched it rising like the tide
welcomed the world with open doors
then asked how it got inside
so get yourself a front row seat
and get your soul in line
the final act is set to start
brought about by our own design
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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