Creeping in the shadows
A jungle of truths
Built beneath the city of lies
As concrete creeps inward
The truth is known
On the shortness of all things
A fly on camera
To live and die
So soon after
In the after of today
And in the yesterday and tomorrow
The shortness of all things which is
The lack of spawn in reality
The lie that is life
To never be known.
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