con.VOL.clusion
Entangled with the roots of this synthetic tree
Surrendered to its fruits so pathetically
Truth evades the hours where subjective weaves
You can't flower press with dishevelled leaves
These bloodied hands pass the buck devalue it
These fingerprints are plastered, so claret red
I mourn every second spent that I haven't kept
Those nestled in our Venn a diagram of sacrament
And on days that I feel like I'm dying
I look to the light that my children provide when
Bedlam consumes every morsel of brightness
Remind us we're more than our quietus
There's nothing left In the halls of our conquest
Picking up the dead in a war we haven't lost yet
I'm just a mirror image riddled with our concepts
Hoping someone qualified can simmer down this hot mess
And on the days when I feel like I'm dying
Fright strikes a chord to hymn of enlightenment
I want to seize the day but I'm not sure how
My weaknesses enabled me a conduit of doubt
I want to seize the day but I'm not sure how
As a bead in a wave, a modicum of ground
I want to seize the day but I'm not sure how
Seeking a way to be lost in the now
Alas, there is animus in suffering
Magic in our utterance, our majesty is buffering
I want to walk away but I have to stay
This lawn I've arranged must have it's day
I want to walk away but I have to stay
Every doorway and gate poorly handmade
I want to walk away but I have to stay
I was forged by the flames of our habits craved
Alas, there is absence of mother ship
Tragedy that underpins our flagships of current wins
Place a veil of necessity over the crude the callings of our desires
We, the masters of justification
We have normalised dystopia
Paved the roads that lead us there with notions of adventure
We have been taught greed carefully kneaded into the shape of success
Pay it forward
Celebrate it at any and all costs
We have created such grandiose complexities
Our achievements are noteworthy
Yet we fail to comprehend their true meaning and worth
As pride is in the eye of the creator
We have imagined gods, fashioned them from ideas and rubble
We live in shadows of things that have grown beyond their purpose
Beyond the reach of our stewardship
Beyond us
Blissfully unaware... led by a spark of our own ignition
We have basked in our own glory for too long, blinded by its blaze
The buoyancy of our ego and self worth may not weather this storm
The point of no return may already have its date etched
On a milestone disguised as glorious structure
Thankfully we are not footnote not paragraph
Nor sentence, nor word or even letter
A typo maybe?
Withal, the seeds we plant
May just reveal the answers that have eluded us
That is a notion we should embrace Build the new worlds upon it
It should have never come to this
We were meant for so much more
Our numbers are too many
For all of our trials, passions, accomplishments and connections
We are significantly, Antagonist
Yet there is wonder in our wander starlight in our passion
Flashes.of utopia on our horizons and in our peripheral
And beautiful purpose in our complex tapestry
It should have been so much more simple
This should have been a sentient dream
If only we had just
Surrendered to its fruits so pathetically
Truth evades the hours where subjective weaves
You can't flower press with dishevelled leaves
These bloodied hands pass the buck devalue it
These fingerprints are plastered, so claret red
I mourn every second spent that I haven't kept
Those nestled in our Venn a diagram of sacrament
And on days that I feel like I'm dying
I look to the light that my children provide when
Bedlam consumes every morsel of brightness
Remind us we're more than our quietus
There's nothing left In the halls of our conquest
Picking up the dead in a war we haven't lost yet
I'm just a mirror image riddled with our concepts
Hoping someone qualified can simmer down this hot mess
And on the days when I feel like I'm dying
Fright strikes a chord to hymn of enlightenment
I want to seize the day but I'm not sure how
My weaknesses enabled me a conduit of doubt
I want to seize the day but I'm not sure how
As a bead in a wave, a modicum of ground
I want to seize the day but I'm not sure how
Seeking a way to be lost in the now
Alas, there is animus in suffering
Magic in our utterance, our majesty is buffering
I want to walk away but I have to stay
This lawn I've arranged must have it's day
I want to walk away but I have to stay
Every doorway and gate poorly handmade
I want to walk away but I have to stay
I was forged by the flames of our habits craved
Alas, there is absence of mother ship
Tragedy that underpins our flagships of current wins
Place a veil of necessity over the crude the callings of our desires
We, the masters of justification
We have normalised dystopia
Paved the roads that lead us there with notions of adventure
We have been taught greed carefully kneaded into the shape of success
Pay it forward
Celebrate it at any and all costs
We have created such grandiose complexities
Our achievements are noteworthy
Yet we fail to comprehend their true meaning and worth
As pride is in the eye of the creator
We have imagined gods, fashioned them from ideas and rubble
We live in shadows of things that have grown beyond their purpose
Beyond the reach of our stewardship
Beyond us
Blissfully unaware... led by a spark of our own ignition
We have basked in our own glory for too long, blinded by its blaze
The buoyancy of our ego and self worth may not weather this storm
The point of no return may already have its date etched
On a milestone disguised as glorious structure
Thankfully we are not footnote not paragraph
Nor sentence, nor word or even letter
A typo maybe?
Withal, the seeds we plant
May just reveal the answers that have eluded us
That is a notion we should embrace Build the new worlds upon it
It should have never come to this
We were meant for so much more
Our numbers are too many
For all of our trials, passions, accomplishments and connections
We are significantly, Antagonist
Yet there is wonder in our wander starlight in our passion
Flashes.of utopia on our horizons and in our peripheral
And beautiful purpose in our complex tapestry
It should have been so much more simple
This should have been a sentient dream
If only we had just
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