The damned ground shakes just
about death before the sounds impend it.
Breaking beside the dry Mountains.
Who knows how I started?
I'll never know as they've flown aspace.
Like it began,
years before their time and/or timely demise.
Soft and slowly
just before the sound breaks right
over my head.
Prior to being forgotten.
Fallen out of my head.
Life crawls out of the water
and asks me what I've done to get here - like I know!
Like I had had a say in this at all! It just happened to me, too!
"But follow along with me.
Trust my hands; all of the work that they've done for me,
although nothing of power, as I'm just one of you as well," I'll say.
The stone's crush shrugs without your life, so
press on like there was a God who Loved before these times.
Just press on.
Just press on.
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