Son of Samsara

Every facile moment heaves and echoes dark feedback
All intents, future and past events alight
As our shutters are drawn no more the thin veils disclosed
If not in shock it may be fair to ask why not?
I'm not a martyr
I'm not a saint
I've come to find it doesn't matter either way
It's all so awful
I love it all, the good, the bad, the rise and fall that brings us back to null
I once heard that every seven years
Like a rebirth
Our whole corpse
The skin and bones
Is traded out for seven more
If so then here in my fifth life I'll see if I can finally get it
And if not then I'll just forget it and discard it with the wreckage of a past that I no longer recognize



Credits
Writer(s): Class Of 86
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