Our futures merely tessellate

Just carbon footprints on the cleaned floor

I hear voices of imminent danger

While you see dreams of the omnipresent living-dead

We connect with suffering and share our chalice of blood

And find ourselves separated by the 4th dimension

Ma, I hope you find what you’re looking for

Because I’m starting to come to terms with

The inevitability of our destruction.

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