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The Future of the past

New times are now old ones,

Old ones are now history,

History becomes ancient,

Ancient becomes unknown,

Unknown shifts though time,

Shaping and molding in every which way,

Unknown times become myths,

Myths become religions,

False becomes truth,

Truths move to morals,

Morals are now what we live by,

Now has just become then,

The past has once been the future,

The future will soon become the past,

You were once born in the future of the past,

But the past has caught up,

And taken you with it.

Like a deadly arrow the past pierces life,

The future itself becomes victim to its strike.

As if to be Bonnie and Clyde,

Hand in hand the two opposites collide,

Together bringing everything to their long awaited fate.

Doing what they do best toward their ever most passions,

The future and the past are, and were, the two deadliest assassins,

Today,

Tomorrow,

And yesterday.

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justin-monaco-barnes
Canadian
Published
Feb 2, 2010
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