6838 from Zebulon by Cel Damage

Self conscious and self aware.
It finds its way into your life.
Looming.
Leading down, correct path.
Attractant ocular omen.

Unknown reason, clever placement.
Unknown reason, clever placement.

No red pen amendments.
Work in tip top shape.
Everything was right and in place.
Nothing happens for one singular reason.
Time is a string.
Fluid and ever changing.
Coincidentally there at a glance,
Reminder of where to go, a variable to follow.

The journey has been set,
Numerical destination.
Multiple locations, unavoidable.
Eyes seem drawn, unable to defer.
Is my subconscious kicking in?
Clairvoyant moment.
Don’t question just know, the path is true.

Just a visual cue,
There for a purpose.
Almost Devine, hands of destiny pointing you in the right direction.
Right direction.

• Feedback
• Hardcore
• Melodic
• Noise
• Punk
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