Clyde Cruz Biography

A long drive, hour and a half.5 in the morning.
Alone on my side of the road, a hundred cars on the other.
Am I going the wrong way?
They're going somewhere.
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take them from farms far away and leave innocence intact.
the clash of knives and steel, skins, muscles, and organs be packed.
cattle treads onward, blood, feces, and fouls.
march on, march on, this be the slaughterhouse.
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the rain falls from the sky, the mountain accepts, the water erodes the weakest of soil.
the mountains spoke, "I say let it rain,
let it carve the titans of Earth"
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Many take shelter from pain
isolation, rage, ropes, bullets
quick and unenduring
yet some found shelter in metal plate filled rooms
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Tired, my head low, my body aching, I was ready to go. Then a cold wind hit me. I was surrounded by a mist pushing my consciousness within. It was then I felt the warmth of my breath and realized the fire within. It's still there, no matter how small. And I fear it will die if I stop now. I still have more to give. And tonight…
Tonight, I will set the world on fire.
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