Genesis by Tamar Zelazny
- Eidolon Magazine
- 22 hours ago
- 1 min read
The hazy heavens of the sky
look down at me today, and I
stare directly in their eyes,
knowing that I will survive.
Because I’m ready, because I must.
If not, the world will not be just.
If not, the world will not be mine.
If not, the world is out of time.
And I just can't be its decline.
