Lost in Poetry

  • Sept. 29, 2018, 11:40 a.m.
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The world has always been an elegy
For everything that has existed
Became the victims of their tragedies
Irate the guilty
Terrify the free
Condemn
Do not let anyone comprehend
The fallacy
Our pseudo-morals
We are the dead
While time never heard what we said

What winds
What fate brought us to this
Psychotic solution
For peace can only be obtained
Through the agony of war
Taking arms against a sea of troubles
Dissolving into
The emptiness of words
Falling away from you
Scarred and paralyzed
Why does humanity compromise their illusions
As I rise above
Erase my name
Change me into the wind
Watch me disappear
You won’t even remember that I was here

In this vital dream
Divine art
Has devoured the soul
For the journey of
The sun and moon will
Provide the stars to see
The sorrows of humanity
During this silent night
Until a chaotic shift
By the moon
Afflicts the heavens
Repeating the image
Until the mind understands that
Our end is the beginning
And the beginning is an end

The paragon of humanity
Is the wisdom of the insanity
The price to pay
Is the deception of reality
The maggots of the world
The worm, the slave that
Toils and devours
The sin consuming our eyes
A victim of the blind
Approve the better
Follow the worse
Old slaves will remain
And we are all lost
Never to be found or recovered


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