Forn
Knee
Cation
No More
For
The
Nation
We Adore
We wish to be
Many more
Holding seeds at the door
From then and to be
For we store
The future is us
Trust we must
We multiply
And add
The first
The second
Yielding me
And me
And more of me
To be
Riddle me this. The night of the fallen angel something came from the light. It…
They will not sleep into that narrative, but instead awake and recognize it is just…
I found the seed, when I was sweeping the floor, all alone between the cracks…
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