United States
33° 29' 55.7016" N, 84° 4' 48.5796" W

To the people of the world that cry,

“We know not where our allegiance lies”,

and place their heads firmly in the sand.

To those now lost deep within the mix,

stocking hope in magic tricks

and biting bullets fired by a steady hand.

The fate of me is you,

and the remaining thinkers too.

For one cannot re-write the script all by themselves.

Gain Altitude. Great Height.

Not tomorrow, but tonight.

Shake the dust, and hop off the trophy shelf.


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