Is this what you wanted? Eat, breed, repeat. Populate and
Decease. And take it all.
Trade living for a living. Measure your worth in flesh
And blood.
I could be your contact in a place of your design, with
The grace of wounded lions
I could be your absolute; I could be your sign
I could be your written lie
All this time that I’ve been given I squandered in my own
Right
All my breath never intended to be used to change your
Mind
I found a weaker sense of truth to be what made sense so
I’ll just stack these points of view until one gives out
I wont hold my breath
Oh god, I should have figured
All this work, all this progress, is fine if you wanted
It
I should have figured that this would be happening now