Mist of the Evolution
 
Fast food
Fast emotions
They’re quick to come
And quick to past
Fast healing
Fast life
These slow things happen to quick
I start to question if they even exist
A life full of shit we want
A life full of shit
A life so short and pre-ordered
A life we live, then we fade into the mist
The mist of the evolution, a mist of machines
A mist of pre-ordered shit, am is of shit that doesn’t exist
To fade away
Back to the past
Screw the future
It’s yours to have

Hey look at the picture that the poem forms... Do you see the guy straped to a rocket blasting off in the mist of the evolution.?.....?.. well if no get glasses

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