So I walk this salted Earth,
Making sure these craters are heard and observed.
As they've bursted into flames at the seams of the end,
Hoping not to quake its fragile surface once again.
Broken crystalline structure with its municipal feat,
Finding trouble making end to end meet.
Making the tied obsolete,
As souls and spirits are reaped.
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 11:43 PM UTC
So I walk this salted Earth,
Making sure these craters are heard and observed.
As they've bursted into flames at the seams of the end,
Hoping not to quake its fragile surface once again.
Broken crystalline structure with its municipal feat,
Finding trouble making end to end meet.
Making the tied obsolete,
As souls and spirits are reaped.
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