Dear God, Tomorrow I might die, So tonight I write to she who waits...
Dearest Death
Cobwebs on compassion, danger zone of the heart, under tow of society, dredge beast of thought crime, come into us renew our crime, single digit raised fist to accommodate change, we hate sedated pacifists.
Cobwebs on compassion,Danger zone of the heart,Under tow of society,Dredge beast of thought crime,Come into us renew our crime,Flesh & greed
Rage single digit raised fist,Monetary aftermath generation of crash,Too highly lit on fumes of a dying greed plot existence,Never denied...
Stolen library book told the time of fair keep play of the mind against nature's morality vs Nurture's gradually imposed safe of selfishness
Feet to the fear of music's beating on the little drummer everlastingly dreaming inside,Dance in the sweet feeling of the moment's vision...
Spineless clubbing of children as thorns into my eyes,Self inflicted in the twilight years of human hope,After my prize faded from my side.
Ghosts of memories haunt the seeds of day dreams symmetrics of discussion within,I'm divided by crowds of shadow,No silent nights for heroes
Reassembly configuration attempt left something unrecognised from the schematics within the silent scaffolding where no one walks but ghosts
Nowhere but now,Handshake the knife blade to severe the lifeline of past's reflection,Only the mirror of this moment exists,Nothing else...!
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