The dead rest uneasy
While flames cover the earth
“Small Wars” good 4 busines$
Insanity at it’s worst. How to see
Ourselves in everything & nothing-
ness too. All the violence in the world
Imperfectly reflected human residue.
Your always know sweet baby,
that i long to come home to you
Something always sought and never found
Or found and lost in every moments time
This bliss in every moment
And weeping with it too
Cries of souls like murder
Are those of birthing too?
I’d like to think when I die
With a smile upon my face
All those love and lost
Home inside of “me”
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