wings on a cat
claws on a bird
I flow with the sand of time
the violent with the calm
hate and compassion
opposites stitched together
the words and the action
what ever is needed
time will tell me what to use
When the situation plays out,
and the sands of time,
the grinding gears of existence,
force a fact upon us
a reality manifest
anyone braced by their morals,
Ideas, and partials, set in stone
will be crushed by the situation
I will not.
I will flow with the crushing sands,
oil the clock work of time
I have to ideals,
no morals
No right no wrong
time writes me.


Hay! what's up guys! few things: i take random commissions and do them only if i think its cool. feel free to contact me for anything! but hitting me up on discord will give a faster response. also, i reserve the right to just ignore you, get fucked! but don't worry I'm sure your cool, ya you, the guy that red shirt.
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