The beauty of talking to yourself is that you know the pieces on the board.
The terror of knowing a man’s death and it’s connection to you, tears you to pieces, because your words could be the end.
Knowing you should be dead is understanding that your queen could be your Delilah
And your Achilles heel, yourself,
What is yours will always be yours
Know your worth.
And check mate yourself always my son,
That’s the life of a young man know as Kiri
And just like Clark Kent doesn’t tell everybody he’s Superman, remember nobody knows Superman is a man known as a Clark.
The universe is bound to balance the simulation,
In this game check mate yourself and know you know nothing of who you are until you see your face at the base of a *** of boiling water.
Then…will you understand to the core of your heart who & what you are.
Pick your poison, ascend to the stars and shine for a millennium or to the depth of the ocean where the souls lost in the this cycle of the simulation drown there screams in sorrow of the never ending torment. The choice is yours, unless you are the black sheep .
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This poem belongs to the collection "The Life Of A Young Man Named Kiri".