Be prepared:   I shall not make way for thee   But thou shalt make way for me!      I am not the one   Whom hath planted future's seeds   But reap upon the ground... of this moment   So I may peel away life's clarity   And slice thy previous intentions into tiny dreams      Demise:   An absolution of what once was;   Commanding relief   From thy commitment   Old sentiments shall have no other use   But to shine like glass on brittle pages      Yet, I shall repay your futile efforts   The transience of mourning over definite loss   Whilst confronting thy identity   Through deformation past recognition   Until thou findeth another self      Consistency is so easily cut   Unawares by my scythe   Which is known to have stripped shadows from mirror souls   As I cross thy existence   With the certainty of fate pinned to my heels   Pinned to my heels      So, be prepared   For I shall not make way for thee   But for a different aftertime that follows me!