Fail
Wars inside my head
Hound and globe
As if they are important, as if
They are real, as if
Seeking truth in the blood
Until they are drowned, until they are drowned,
Restless is the trigger finger
More it will suffer trying to find
An answer, however life is mined
Jumps you out of your wits
Or's unnecessary when afterwards
Rips the history out of your hands.
poem by Eon Ezkiel
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