can see it coming around the corner
can see it coming  but still i drawer nearer
can hear it coming a distant rumble
i hear commotion  but still i do not stop
the far horizon the road beyond it
are in the corner of my eye
floating in the corner of
my open eye
could taste a poison in my mother’s milk
traces of blood but still i drink
could feel the flames taste the powder
the smoke get’s in my eyes but still i drawer nearer
to the far horizon ...

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