A Grey Love
Believe with everything I am, The Dream... Nothing past present or future can change the fact that I write poetic riddles on behalf of a nearly extinct equality, Compassion too is at a loss, Ignorance rains knees down bent over as profits cost.
Calling forth the earnest scene of hope within, Depths of sorrow fades as twilight dawns another death to an orbital eclipse obsidian time line, Walking darkness resides forlorn of paradise' fond prospects after too many waking nightmares of amputee children walking bare feet trapped in allies behind walls, Streets of greed paved with skin of the dead buried under gold, Bricks of stone laid by submissive proletariat masons whose bodies lay unmarked in ditches, Poetic riddles a paradox journal labelled novel of war, Ends in sequence behind synonyms of battle an internal struggle of solitude verse the dying light of... A fading hope.
Severely hindered slow thought process of annihilation, Counterweight self hindered affliction projectile of manifested hatred under menacing shadow of an anorexic repulsive accidental mental state,One step backwards forever... Allergic to hope?
Goodnight to sleep,Bidding forever awake,Straightest line as the reborn undead crow flies,
Affiliated pronoun to fate,Subjective conscious view dance of ignorance against self awareness,
This is the speech of one in their last 24,
In earnest anticipation of,
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