Striving for greatness is never easy
It's so much simpler to lay down
Wilting and waiting to die
Until the crust of the earth
Crumbles, splits, rips open at the seams
And swallows me whole
Reforge me with tremors
Recreate my senses with aftershock
Decimate me, then build me again
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
Striving for greatness is never easy
It's so much simpler to lay down
Wilting and waiting to die
Until the crust of the earth
Crumbles, splits, rips open at the seams
And swallows me whole
Reforge me with tremors
Recreate my senses with aftershock
Decimate me, then build me again
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