What’s wrong with the world?
What isn’t?
Why did our own lives slip out of those hands
And into a graceless hell
What the hell is going on
with these crooked mortals?
Chemical heads cranking
Never ending
Never resting
Never seeing
Black vapor blinding them from tranquility
Self-centered
Self loathing
Self destructing
Fat fingers idly taking hold of each others throats, to gain what?
Thin slabs of nothing and the undeserving pleasure of repute
Souls of the familiar
Are stranger than you comprehend
Do you pursue or do you dance around their circle of retentions so dark you’re too foolish to aid
Fight for the unvarnished truth
Fight for the zeal of your lover
Fight for the breath of pure life
For in this hell we must live
We must feel wretched
We must uncover disheveled pasts of others
We must relinquish life with what we had
Dissipation hiding under our skin
For if you have ambiguity in the minds of others inquire their trouble
Aid the hurt that was diffusely caused
Be the sparks in the nature we are limited to
Do not be the devouring flames of inconsiderable sources you see all around
It starts with you and me
Rest, love, help
Take the passions fused and wired inside of you
to make your stars illuminate and scintillate
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