and yet
another generation gathers
the regathering of altered souls
a churning of altered minds
a storm of diminishing expectations
momma never cried for me
friends never saw me even always seeing me
poppa never died for me
the world never danced for me
and yet
everything is alright
struck wise by the good died young
tampered on anvils
of millennial tested determinism
established of life flowing in veins
dreams never hindered me
my reflection tells me everything
nightmares never bothers me none
the world never made me a song
and yet
another child starves to the ground
still the machine of a better world
grounds up another scoopful
reconstituted reprogrammed altered natives
aging lines telling me
you better go slow to go further
wrinkled folds masking me
you have no need of none of anything else
and yet
where angels gathered i hear
is where hardhearted tears flows the hardest
where the devil is beckoning
is where he was invited
his bargain ever the most
inviting
his payment ever the same
everlasting
~third_eye @SHaYAP©
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