Why are we, attached to the days of the week,
To the time lapse we created
To the repetition that repeats its own flaws,
An act of perceptual confusion,
An inevitable lack of control
A return back into cosmos.
Deconstruct thy self, and rearrange
This pathetic existence of us,
Under this rule of time.
Release me. I’ll be bait.
Kill me. I’ll create.
Give me birth; let me rest with the past
Give me strength and we shall last
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