Genesis by Tamar Zelazny

Feb 5

1 min read

The hazy heavens of the sky

look down at me today, and I

stare directly in their eyes,

knowing that I will survive.

Because I’m ready, because I must.

If not, the world will not be just.

If not, the world will not be mine.

If not, the world is out of time.

And I just can't be its decline.

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