Performed by Val Cole
POEM:
Their moment had come where the truth was told…
From that point forward nothing was known.
All that remained is the constant flow
that stained their minds that had come to a close.
Their minds bestowed only what is allowed.
Allowed to be harvested at the time of the burial shroud.
The shroud erodes as the moment draws close,
but the lingering effects seemed to beam the most.
They stumbled many times, many times did they trip.
They tripped on the steps that they thought that they missed.
They missed the steps that they thought they had took,
They took the steps that they thought that should.
Too many times did they take the clear path.
The clear path calculated with all of their math.
Their math did not equate to the sum of the goal,
so they sold all they had and all he had was their souls.
They decided at that moment that they would no longer trip…
Trip on the steps that they had already missed.
The goal was in front, and they continued to fight.
Fight for their freedom in each other’s mind.
His mind held him back, for it told him the lies.
The lies that he repeated made him fall by the wayside.
She cracked and crinkled each time that he fell, but will no longer for
she
has escaped from that hell.
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