Authored: July 10, 2024

What eludes, precludes
The duplicity of the duopoly
Negates lucid ponderings
Better to die true to one's spirit,
than live in disgrace.

There are no fairytales,
Life is chances, a deck of cards,
Play your hand, watch the tainted sullied bloody hands
There is only sadness
In these Prisons, of our moral conditions.

Look at the mirror, what faces you?
These prisonic fairytales,
Yonder, restless dreams. Yonder.
Close eyes, a surreal dream world
Where everything is bizarre
And logic is nonexistent.

The reality are restless dreams
Shhh....
Will we forgive ourselves?
As the abyss stares back at us.