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Mar 2017
Built by handcrafted hollowing of hope
internally furnished by memento collecting
fueled by a flickering fluctuation
on the road between hope & damnation

Drive!, it is an inescapable thrill
this road is a hard swallowed pill
only kept in-check by ones waning will

Fast enough now to force through the veneer
it might seem that everything is made clear
even faster now, taken over by & driven by fear
far off one sees the ****** horizon
beyond this lies all those who were unwise in
their choice to drive into dusk
the heaping of the hopeless hollowed-out husk

Drive!, it is an inescapable thrill
this road is a hard swallowed pill
only kept in-check by ones waning will

The fastest one can go, past these shallow souls
on the road that tredded through its own soles.
at last one reaches the abyssal plain
it is here where one truly loses vain
that hopelessness caused helps ones dream come to life
the vanguard come only forged from the urge to survive

Drive!, it is an inescapable thrill
this road is a hard swallowed pill
only kept in-check by ones waning will

Speed is suppressed by the sense of ones survival
call it collateral for the creative revival.
Gerhardt de Lange
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Gerhardt de Lange  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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