Abstraction is just another form of Distraction.
Our detrimental Society only reflects inner Conformity.
Lies just another tool in the arsenal of our Oppressors.
Following shadows of Illusion as if it were no intrusion.
Tales of failure fought not by those who sought strength.
For at length all lines blur becoming, though not at will, one.
Our Reality is simply another Perception of Creation.
Yet so sure we become tangled within Weaves of Confusion.
Lingering on the Fleeting moment of Final temptation.
Inferiority taught not to comprehend Invasive Conclusion.
As self-election of being, in Vain, drains our Soul's Detection.
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Poetry of the Anonymous
PoésieThe poetry of the anonymous who suffer through depression in silence; perpetually trapped within a purgatory of painful paradoxes.
