Sunday, October 22, 2017

Among the People Known as Bauls

Somewhere around here,
At this point in time,
There’s a sect something like me,

Their retreat in the mountains,
Their souls in their teeth.
Oh no there isn’t.

I’m a faith of one,
A true believer in doubt
Who never lets go of hope,

A martyr to destruction
That’s from saying yes,
What the hell, let the fairies

Of the future find a way
To prove their true existence
By saving me from today.

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