I remember the future
It was nothing quite like it is right now
I was stuck in the the past-tense
Writing my history
Posing as a person defined by now
I remember the future
It was held together by string
Simply a mock-up, merely a puppet
That contorted to my fear or will
I was told not to sleep but rather to rethink my position.
Why does purpose always point to conquest?
Motion is always at rest
And when moving, everything turns liquid
A temporary sickness
A temporary sickness
I can make matters from ashes
I can sour the spoils
Biting onto the skin of my only
and I slowly recoil
I will slowly recoil
I was writing the preface
To the purpose of a future
That will never exist
Graveling on all fours
Compelled to be preempted by the time I depict
I depict, I depict
I depict, I depict
I depict, I depict
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