20 Minutes / 40 Years

20 Minutes / 40 Years
Death roads extend
from a clouded blackness
They stare on, inside through the ones and zeros
Prophecy of collapse unfolds
Last graves oceans spiral down below

Chance has graced me with a gift
Rest that lonely swollen dark descent
Sun beats down in hailing rays
In this time of anything
I should pray that through this journey I'm unprepared
I wont go
Stay alive
I stay alive
One of
Does he know the way
I wish to stay
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Avalanche
Pressed against the ground, I will not [?]
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