The time’s time, ready set:
what makes you stronger
(and floods in regret?)
The tougher you get
(I’m just not ready yet!)
Time’s twelve tools, he coughed
You’re going nowhere
You’re just too soft
Get out of it
he’s not your
enemy
I’ll hate any-bandaged-body
Who feels
nothing?
Indifference kills the devotee
He who accepts indifference’s spikes: he loved you!
and knew what loving was ultimately like
For that much, he loved you
in the name of self improvement
I’m not ready for sacrifice
That kind of sacrifice
the cruelty is unimaginable
Distanced viewer to gracelessly send:
Where do demons go
when all those desperate lovers could sleep
in the house of their lord?
Self restraint does not
commend
a god who watches all die similarly
How can you not feel bad about it?
How can you not feel scared about it?
In that, it’s the loved ones who have it rough
[That’s enough, kid
you said enough.]
About the Creator
FIFE
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