Whispers of misty horrors,
seeping through to touch us
like memories of what was and is again.
And what will always be.

The cracks appear, shards of Utopia
splattered on the ground.
A future unveiled, it is nothing.

It ends here, what we see as ideal
Ripping each other to shreds to escape.
To escape that which we heap upon others.
Like gluttonous fools we gorge ourselves,
Clammy to the mental touch in our greed.

Reach through the immeasurable pleasures
and you will view horrors to shake the world

 
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