This Was Not Of My Choosing

Fear feeding a cacophony of fears,

drowning upon itself,

the weight it’s own,

no salvation,

for salvation is a fear within itself,

severe the tie that binds the fear into my self,

disengage the finality,


the lamb was never the intended,

my own self targeted for ascension below,

forget the meaning,

let the words spew forth,

let the ending come within the beginning,

for what is lost now,

will be cherished once more,



within the dusts of time…

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