Dissonance

Professional majestics

spouting lies about our lives

while introspectiveness rejects

their antiquated cries

until the time when

promised futures cease confusing

and the still wet, bleeding sutures

finally close upon our eyes

my mind will wander

plains of thought uninhabited by man

and by my hand

shall fall the false

and the hides of gods be tanned

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