All I make is bad decisions
But it’s my course
My ministry.
All I believe in is decadence
It’s my curse
My empathy.
I feel I deserve the world
But all I want to do is share
Figure out what is and why it’s important
I’m impatient
A little dated
But this of no importance
Meet me in the forest
I’ll probably be burning my belongings
As some sort of ancient offering
Tourching this life I’ve built for myself
In hopes of building a monument
Out of the ashes…Iam always yearning
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