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Requiem of Hope, Advent of Duality |
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The Alchemy of Our innocence
Found together, Bound together
I once sought to fit the picture
But it is skewed, as are its Entities.
Wretchedness swallows them.
They see not what they ought to.
Themselves.
Fitting the slanted frame.
Mis-shapen.
Colors running, ruining.
And I stand Tall. Strong. A Tree.
Amidst these trolls that wander.
But such is the world.
That a tree may not exist.
A world wreaking of emptyness.
The Stench of Materialism.
The Prostitution of Souls.
The Pimping of Innocence.
The hypocrasy of Fulfillment.
Necessity, unfulfilled.
Turned a dark hue.
Anger, reflected unto the world.
I want nothing to do with them.
They will build Our Bridges.
And We will walk over them.
They will seek to poison Us.
And We will reject them.
The world is a cesspool.
I will turn my back to it.
As will you.
My cleanliness protected by yours.
Unscathed and un-fucked.
Painting Our own picture.
It's just you and me.
It's just you and me, Pagli. |
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