Poetry: Eventually

Maybe, someday we could sit like we used to, I think. Maybe, one day we could smoke our cigarettes with our bottles and crack tubes on our laps, as we pack the way we make our money Maybe, eventually, one day, someday, they could be soon, maybe its too late for someday to be any day Eventually, in my sleep, someday will come, and when it comes, I will burn with you, our eternity lighting toke smoke, forcing our lungs to dissolve under methamphetamines. Someday, someday, eventually, never, soon, will be, what will or wont ever start, stop, or exist. Call it whatever you wish, its simple; Someday will come and I know someday is the only time I will ever see my people again, for real, without my sanity breaking or my drugs forcing its faked sobriety into my conscious mind of lies and tithes against humanity Call me monster or human, Im just a liability to God and his people. Eventually, without doubt, maybe not soon, but soon enough for dust to creep across my bones and my ashes to be thrown upon rivers of red, deathly ill is when my body has physical visions of Hell in its own time and space But I see someday, all full of darkness with its flame, the fire burns evil into the final graves of its dead. I see it; and when I see I see myself as king, I see my minions as those who were once heroes of a demons world, demons by themselves, demons in the hearts of all man, just brought to the light to scream and be shown as truth. To burn. My brothers and sisters of pain and murder …
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