The Descent


That moment when you feel your life is in shambles.

No longer the elasticity left in you 

to be the glue.

All that's left is to grab a hammer and join the crew.

Hack a way at the remains.

Make it crumble till it breaks.

But it can't really be broken,

 as the fission was already there.

The division too large to be repaired.

So gather all your tools and the strength you've got

and let the anger wail on those cement blocks.

Graphitied and beaten, 

filled with deceit 

nothing left but



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