Hanging all the tenses in a string,
I know you were certain,
About playing a game with it,
Swaying it to life or death.
Gleaning the black and white dots,
You built the noise slowly,
And my brain fell for it,
Blurry and buzzing gnarly.
You held me from the beginning,
And would not carry me to the end.
'Cause you slice right in the middle,
And leave me in the throes.
You never chase me down,
'cause this race never ends.
Though,I would run from you,
And get lost in direction.
Tighten the string for once,
Don't let the nooses give up,
So shall I see,
Heaven or hell for sure.
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