Count to Three

Close your eyes and count to three

And I will be gone;

You won’t see

Me again.

Crushed skulls of humanity

And tears never shed;

The utter banality

Left them all for dead.

Time can dull the senses.

No one cries here

Only me.

And if there is consensus

I will see you under

The tree,

Remember?

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