A stricken view of the memory vigil wary emoting,
A link to the world of epitome that has drawn on dead ears,
Life has conclude an ordain proverb, such false in truth,
Turning along the repugnant of our world as we lean in,
Our eyes have met with proclaim high art, yet we foresee it,

We scatter to worship oneself, yet we afflict our presence,
A dawning of our passion rejoiced in awkward moments,
Lacking in our soul has detained our true image of life,
Densed links of perverse lust has traveled altered roads,
The ravish of greed has abominated the legend of wealth,

Leave of destruction was a war of its own, and now a war in itself,
In denial of our factitious smiles, we walk along with fable frowns,
Truth is never to be found, lies are the brisk of our surroundings,
Dedication is an existence of the pass, as we elongate our future,
Unchaste is the ground we walk, tilling our face into charted failure,

Eradicate our embezzled bodies, for we have chased an empty foundation,
Trying to make sense of it, what we consider life a tunnel of repression, A
dose of rasping populated space that we mis-use as humans in our core, Life
is a whirling mist of dawling turns, yet we remain impasse to our future...




 
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