We will all die young,
Broken fingers and rule of thumb.
Counting fast,
backwards,
We will all die moving for words.
Moving sidewalks and pushing for peace,
Strapped to bombs and farming for trees,
Enter the voice and exit the void,
Don't drink the water but do eat to avoid.
We will all die old,
Voices tell me of stories I've been told.
We'll all live in glasses,
Colored of smoke and stained by rose.
We're all dying young,
Fearless and frightened by our tongue,
Intersexual and enter faith,
Fucked in position by religious race.
Summon the matter and sleep on the mattress,
Come on the master and feed here after,
Hold on to wires and hands flame in fire,
Speak no evil and see no liars,
Count your blessings as they fall in the fire,
Abstract insane,
Pounding redundancy,
No self refrain,
Refrain from self and refrain the vain,
Obvious and conquering of one's own doubt,
Constant memory of the inane.
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