Urge Toward

What is old shall be made new again. And what is new shall never again grow old.
 
All I ever wanted was the Golden Age. Is that too much to ask? Because if not, I could urge toward even deeper states of evolution. Carnal or otherwise.
 
I have friends in both high and low places.
 
I have scores to settle that go back long before my birth.


Expectations Mounting
 
By the time I turned two,
the word terrible
was already chiseled
on my tombstone.

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