In
the beginning.

In the beginning,

I sat at an opulent table,
and gazed out a panoramic window onto the world along side my elders,
titans of virtue.
My mother's dead weight not oppressing her chair,
out whoring in the city.
Father away overseeing his own chaotic kingdom

As a boy
trying to be a man
I sat in my father's chair, and was cast out of paradise.
The branches of the family tree
bidding me adieu.

A cold day in 1989
my father sold his wood chipper for drug money.
The damage had already been done.
Down treacherous dynasties,
Icarus then falls to the Earth.

I was 7 when I first saw them,
They were massive
Shadow monsters,
Arm's like apes,
trespassing on the sanctity
of the day.
With no purpose
except to blight
my mind.
Sometimes they gave me comfort.
Other times, 
I had a hard time,
not screaming.

Welcome to the neighborhood. Welcome to the five points.

Distress Born.

A man can be born again,
like Lazarus, with only the scars of death
upon him.
The first time was rough as brambles
on the head of Christ.
The second can be true.

The third coming of the third mind.

History can be made,
changed.
Time is imperfect.
The only sounds you hear,
might be the ones
that lead you home.
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