i weep in this sepulcher of lies...
the shattering uncertainty of the future--
forseen in an undying panorama,
now narrowed into oblivion.
so many narcissitic creatures,
thriving off the impalement of other's dreams.
compassion for life,
now a queer fairy tale--
spoken of as a memory,
rather than an actuallity.
it seems to have become so ineffectual,
our actions and reactions can't matter...
all the clestial beauty of faith--
now deranged and ashen.
our seraphs have fallen into the abyss of nonbeleif,
and our own halo's have faded into the backround.
the retrospective of past purity no longer lingers,
we are left with this cold desire of serenity,
in this oppresice, malevolent world.
grasping for a solace,
anything to ease our own pain,
though we are attacked by the same sadists we are.
hope of a transdecent tomorrow seem to vaporize,
and the ambiguity becomes so obvious..

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good show zoe...good show

I'm looking forward to meeting you.

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