The shimmering lights and the voiceless sky,
maybe those could have been my atonement
from a being that only called for an excuse
to liveanother night
just to wish them to whisper.
But silence was all humanity ever got
and salvation never knew the reason
why all roads end at death
and all imagination sway
when the red stops
and all of everything turns hazy.
I had lived a truth
like every other person
thinking of it as a lie,
as something that never reached anything
but they are wrong
for the billions of years
and evolution and changes brought forth me,
and that surely was something.
If their existence didn’t matter
then so be it,
but I, I am unique
in how everything changes from a different perspective,
from how their lie is my truth,
from how the atonement and salvation
that they run behind
is just another squishy juicy sweet tale,
like peaches.
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