i am alone on this plane of existance
it requires all of my resistance
no one
the process of natural selection
is disease by all reflection
no time
as nature hits us where we breed
she has us all by our greed
no place
in the bonds of casual sex
who is to know if one is next
no where
and in forgetful blissful desire
we are thrown upon the pire
slow burn
i wrote this for a freind who passed from this world to hopefully a better place
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