Can't Rush Extinction


Branches dying on the vine, end of a line, saying goodbye to humanity, stuck on repeat, another day, an empty mark on time.

The canyon beckons, calling for flesh and fury, feeding apologies for the mess death left.

Drowning in the debris of dreams, pulling down like a fresh fever, torn out pages, blanks in the story, a life never forgotten but never fully understood.

Branches broken, their death mute, voices extinguished, this prison of light never stops burning.


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