Since the beginning of time, the bible wrote of a resurrection... but there was never a warranty attached. Commodity in the sale of death is hardly damning. Far beneath the sands are hours and hours of eternity. Like a house. Haunted with conformity. But the scales of fish and the smell of death. A door to the hollow room, is frozen shut. I reinvent. The reincarnate. And in the future, whatever goes beyond my own borders... a simple possibility. If you were on fire, (deliberately) set on fire, and totally inept.
The rights of desiring a chance for life. We exist? We do our most.
Not to be the victim!
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