Now it's gone,
Finished all the frowns.
Of oblique and cruelty—
Selfishness and imbecility.
The time has come,
The end is near, so sing a psalm.
Together we will prosper,
Our swampy bayous and cold shoulders.
It's the end of the beginning,
At the start of the trail awaits.
Glimmering feet without lashing,
Red nails from the bloody mates.
We're made of ashes—
Free and safe from crashes.
We all gather here,
From the beginning of our fears.
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Reinvention: A Comprehensive Metamorphosis Of A Young Adult (Anthology II)
PoetryHe found himself in an old lair, there, he reinvented and followed the dry trail.
