Kairosclerosis ✔ [poetry]

inure

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INURE

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identified as perpetually dissatisfied and tired,

we personified what we criticised.

—shield our eyes when confided,

—complied with our pride.

blind by our own sights,

deafened by the choir,

read into the signs,

maligned humankind.

can't recognize the highs

when we internalised agony.

time is cruel to our heart,

ruthless to our mind.

heavy are the sighs for the glamourize lifestyles we don't like.

must have lost our guise

while trying to find a lie where we can hide behind.

the future isn't bright,

we're always demoralised.

but we won't apologise for our vices,

won't sympathise with other minds,

'cause we are liberalised.

don't listen to the cries,

we're being demonised.

why look in hindsight and question how or why,

when it's easier to whine and vilify the paradigm

believing we're marginalised,

rather than recognizing that we're unwise?

we'll terrorize for bona fide prizes,

won't take any compromises.

redesign how we gratify,

'cause everything is a tight dogfight.

pick a side, make it our ride or die

doesn't matter what's wrong or right,

just follow our spite.

show them we're immunised.

living on the edgewise, stepping over dead guys,

decline the divine, enshrine the swines,

burn bright into the night,

we're never going out of style.

bring out the alibis

as we brutalise our own kind.

can't show that we're benign.

we'll rise from the bloody mires

to the burning sky,

revived and tried,

baptised in despises and demises.