The time machine landed under the tree,
Where leaves of decoded knowledge were rotting
With the mild warm remains of violence.
Holocausts.
Massacres.
Genocides.
Horrified by the admired,
The karma stalker left his
Traumatized soul and unrevealed guilt
As tributes to the loyal but grim
Groupie of time.
The future, is the present, is the past.
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Rockets through the universe
It fuels the lies and feeds the curse
And leads me to be
Glorious
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