Duality Continued

Don’t look too close as you pass by those mountains

Chances are you won’t like what you see

Faces carved match the ones on the fountains

Some faces quadrupled, at least

And they gather around with their glasses

Drinking like they’ve found the fountain of youth

Subtracting years as they add to the masses

With some now, strangely resembling you

See, all who pass through is a donor

Unbeknownst, you have planted a seed

It is you, but considerably younger

You have everything now that they need

Eerily drawn, you won’t be gone for long

Though you won’t fully know what it is

But the urge to return will become much too strong

Before you know it, you’ll be moving in

Rumors say, that deep inside it’s crevice

Lining the walls, keeping the bloodline alive

Are the original bodies being refaced

Time after time after time

Only now, it’s your face on the hillside

Soon enough, no one will notice you’re gone

On the walls, in the depths of that mountain

Everyday another you will become

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A/N

My attempt at following Mother Combs, the master storyteller into a strange town