1000

Memories that stain the peace within the egos harmony.

A tender balance between order and chaos often

Fragile is the reality in which our focus is vacant.

An escape into the empty hole left jaded and voided by time.  

Decaying  synapses posses the memories of a broken genetic mind.

Washed there by the tormented tears clean now to gleaming perfection.

Formed by the power of repeated conditioning responses automatically given.

No need for resistance it is a word buried beneath years of self.

Simple thievery will delete ones belief that in this time we are safe.

That feeling of something sneaking up on all of us waiting to fulfill the coming terror promised.

Has the tension level for the whole world elevated to the limit.

Clinging to the hope that the next 1000 years will be better than this.

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[ghost writer]

amen to that..