Root Plan

Definite circles of hate
No Blanket from the sheltered gate.

Storms erupt, no path certain
Choose one deceptional  purpose.

Then change again and view it different
It doesn’t matter you’re still complacent.

Remember these words when you’re about to die
And hope to God  every belief you worked so hard
to keep wasn’t a lie.

If it was you’re mythical dust struck in fragmented memory of all of us
Broken apart and lost forever in the waterfalls, the hills, the mountains and the rivers.

But you’re still there and don’t appear and further
Then you were here, but without the fear.
Standing clear wash your eyes
It’s all over  !DEAR!.

Clement Edward Dominguez

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