Same Old Interlude

Aren’t you sick of it?

The saturated boredom of tradition.

There are enough replicants already festering in this vast sea babbling of words




The tragedy begins when yet another intellect cowers to the phantom of conformity.

When will time finally allow us, united, to lift the black veil, the empty filler that has plagued us so.

Why is it that this divine entity is the great divide, the drug of choice?

Yet humanity will always be locked under the trance of hope beyond our reach and fail to realize that this is the same old interlude in our skit of happiness.

Bliss cannot come from the promises & myths of WHOM?

The intangible?!?

Please remember,

Eyes are for the use of the sense of sight…

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I have a bit of agnostic blood running in my veins...

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