Ajax Davis

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Destiny

I have ruptured all sense,
sense of who I am,
sense of what I was and why.
Purpose only sits in front of me as
grandiose visions.
Great and disgusting taste,
of what I believe is wrong and right.
I feel like Posiedon in a fish tank.
Pigeon head on albatross wings.
Lord Gaia riding a deathly steed.
I like those moments when my eyes recalibrate.
Clarity stands by me,
its comforting spirit tells me what to do.

– Ajax The Arrogant