Open Vents Pervading Repentence

He use to stay up all night reading scriptures. Written in invisable ink. Desperately trying to figure out Whats right and what’s wrong…

Life to him is like wheelieing a two stoke dirt bike. Hitting the wrong gear. Throughing you off like a bull ride…

Sometimes you live and stop riding. Sometimes you get up and keep going. Hopefully you don’t die in the process of taking a risk.

Sitting in Eternal flames. Killing your very hopes. Screeming for someone to acknowledge your definition of hell. Finally a brave citizen Comes to you to put the blaze out with a lake of nail polish remover  .

Incapable of right…

Incapable of wrong…

Incapable of living…

Incapable of dieing…

Time tells him to just wait…

Where are all the good things…

No more waiting…

No more promises on his plate…

Regurgitation…

Refrigeration…

Empty promises of lies…

He will not die…

Neither him…

Neither his family…

Wrong or wright…

What is wrong…

What is Wright…

Whatever you have to do tonight…

Don’t think about it tomorrow…

 

 

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