new world
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Dear mother,
Drifting into a land unknown,
What did you fear at the ripe age of nineteen?
You have spread your wings and flown,
Through fearless endeavors in an ocean so green,
One day
I want to find a world
Far away from this one
With impossible cliffs
High above the clouds
With a terrain of impossible soil
Sacrilege
Sanctimony
bastards
and heathens
burn
burn
incinerate
light them up
watch the flames
reach ever higher
burn
burn
In some ways we were journeymen on another mission
We were all apprentices searching for some new edition
Of our lives.
In some ways we were just chicks being pushed from a nest
