Despising my own prophecies,
Halt those false accomplices;
I’d contest there is no need
For a future form of me.

The future is corruptive,
See those feldspar fallacies;
I will never be more leftovers,
End all your expectancies.

My ancestors – stonemasonry,
Statues lacking empathy;
Tomorrow is today again,
When will I be free.

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