Christopher Sebela

writer, wronger, rearranger

end is near, hearts filled with fear

I make decision with precision
lost inside this manned collision
just to see that what is to be
perfectly my fantasy
I came to know with now dismay
that in this world we all must pay
pay to write
pay to play
pay to cum
pay to fight
and all in time, with just our minds
we soon will find what's left behind
not long ago when things were slow
we all got by with what we know
the end is near
hearts filled with fear
don't want to listen to what they hear
and so it's now we choose to fight
to stick up for our bloody right
the right to sing, the right to dance
the right is ours....we'll take the chance
a peace together
a piece apart
a piece of wisdom
from our hearts.

No one knows this is even here

which makes me want to use it all the more to make a blog again. Some kind of daily writing exercise that isn't reliant on deadlines or some other stuff. This will be fragments and fun and friendship. But it won't be our friendship because I'm the only one reading this. It's the perfect crime.

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