The race to bleed begun from the first day
The thirst
The wilderness
The voice
And the blunt blade
The blade that aches at birth
The resistance of rest and the thrill of death
The deafness
The danger
The hate
And the life lost
The life that swings before birth
The tallest tree catches the most wind
The grey man
The camouflage
The joke
And the illumious dot
The screaming swing at birth
Relative toward distraction and distance
The humble prayer
The ask
The begging
And the agonising cry
The growing mile from youth
The start
The song
The sign
The sin
The slave
The slaughter
The starvation
The stranger
The selection
The spare
The start
About the Creator
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