Forever, following forethoughts of recurrence.
Foreign endeavors are often a welcome....

Resurgance.

I want to stray
From my self righteous ways
And rip my throat
To thwart infection.

It's a plague self made.
Diseased shelf laid.
I'm in a constricted construction.

I want to stray
From these self righteous ways
To learn from those whom I laugh.

I want to find
This spirit divine
And these souls from where I stand.

Burn me in
Re--turn--i--ty
Bury me in
Re--turn--i--ty

Returning above you motherfuckers.

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