Blurred Comings

*Blurred Comings*
Where are the lines I etched in the sands of time- and the rules that I wrote on the walls of my heart?
My gut has got the last of me, and guts have spilled as I retreat. I lost the battles I won to Three for her birthday. And yet regret is tea I have no bread for.
There will be scars, there will be ruins, there will be seas leaking from my love’s cauldron. Who still uses cauldron sef?
This, however, is not remotely the end. Throw me back into the fight; until I lose the eyes that refer to me, and the nose that mean I have knowledge…until I lose the ears that each have a calendar and fingers with which to make a point, there will be no white flags, I have died them all ‘read’. There will be no hands up, I do that only to God. I will pendulum until the watches of my night tick off the son in me.
Then I, dressed in mistakes, sitting at the place called ‘Long Last’, crowned with the weight of a thousand worlds, because heavy is the head that wears my crown; will rise in the east and the west. The North will shout at the effervescent glare I emit, and I will smile…
…because I am victorious, like Tori…
…and I wont be alone. We wont end, from these skirmishes, or the blades that Wesley snipes at our necks. We are ‘The Vampires’ and we drank the blood of God. We wont end from these hiccups, or the hungers ice screams are children of. We wont end from Babylon, and the minions she sends to degrade us. 
This is not our graveyard, this is not our Alamo, this is not our Nagasaki, nor is this the noose to our Okonkwo.
We will colonize the ‘Here’ they thought would end us, and when we win we’ll endorse the mottos whose journeys end thus.
Tell them in your class, we are done taking over. We are Vikings to these islands and our spears are the dreams they tried to wake us up from. We look down at their roofs. They should fear us, but they dont know…
Well, we will remind them, we are tomorrow. We are the future and we have passed these presents in the name of…
…In the Name of…
…the name of…
Life.
We…wont..end. We are eternal, like they forgot we are, like they forgot they are.
So call Tomorrow, wake up those dreams, tell them we wont end here, tell them were coming.

They say time will tell…we say, ‘Jesus has told.’
Already we know.

#SPILLOVERSATURDAY

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