Destiny Born

Wake up need sugar

in that which you sip.

Give yourself a pill,

push it past your lip.

Kill everything away

that verses your mind

makes you slow down

sanity sane is divine.

God could you find

in the midst a storm

drifting along tides

seeing destiny born.

You’ll have no path

no journey to find in

the pile of wretched

writhed to pretend.

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