Though I Never Cry

Faith in retrograde
Don't be dismayed
Shape-shift system change
Hellbent on betterment the noble quest
Gave way to nothingness

Though I never cry
It's desolate inside
Yearn for the ether and her peace to reside
The stories never lie quite right
Turn of the back upon the tribe

Fear etched on the brow
Thought my way out
Ego raised to the ground
The end of intellect
Past ten percent
Glitching into oneness

Though I never cry
It's desolate inside
Yearn for the ether and her peace to reside
The stories never lie quite right
Turn of the back upon the tribe

Apophatic mess to no regress
So far from effervesce
Analysis paralysis
Lone-wolfing now just like the rest



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