Before, after, but now?
Before the end, there was a middle?
This is before religion, before men began sinning
Way before the alarms in Pharaoh’s temple started ringing
When just ideas existed, none concretely set out yet
Just planes of dust, the master stroke hadn’t set out yet,
a time before loudness,
And a time before quiet.
These are the end days, when men shun religion
Trapped for too long, finally emerge from mental prisons
This is way after Christ, but closer to his home coming
I’m talking God days away from our final reckoning
Too late to change,
No way to run from him.
Now here’s the now, with all the senseless rushing
Centuries of building, for what, to fix mankind’s problems?
It could be all for nothing you think, sipping that last bit of beer
Not a care, as the next set of victims read usher out a tear
And fear? Suddenly Worrying about long commutes
Fella sitting next to you has a gun and he just might shoot
But please, now mustn’t be mistaken for just the present,
But the presence of mind to know where you fit in life’s sentence
We think we know shit, then reality gets a home run
Cue in a mother crying ‘Dear God you said you’d look over them’
Spilled out in prose or news articles, just any form of expression
Hating the next sentence, you try to feel the pain in her expression
A fly with the worst view, just looking through life’s residue
Imagining if they made it, then surely I can make it too?
Hope etched into our souls like the new superman crest
Trying on different faces, like who are we gonna wear next?
Not enough masks for us,
We can’t all be the best.
But you can etch your name in a plaque amongst the greatest
Not quite Ali, but they could sing your name as you’re laid to rest.
So is this journey hopeless? guess not, and while your brain rots
hope the maggots won’t do more damage than a lifetime smoking pot.
I just feel words, here they are. Probably never do this again.
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