Swoon today for Better tomorrow
Not may endure the reprise,
The judicial curse of unqualified horror
Cert it does lead to emasculated demise.
Wake up to the dimming advent to the most wretched dignitaries. The truth and the lie, that consumes every eon existing far beyond the fathomable measure of any cyclical process of nature. To relive to a glob of evanescent energy everyday has left me tired. Every night I pray for my Death, which lives, beyond any repercussion of the cadaverous anthologies setup by the structural measure of time.
Foresee, Forgo,
Forbid, Forlorn.
Justice does not hold true for us who foresee the pallid fallacies of the moribund times. It is hard to believe that such an era lacking in vitality and essence of life could, with such brute force, take command of survival and existence. Comfort comes to those who by petulant reasons choose a ‘clink’ over a ‘sigh’.
Forlorn are those who cannot see their faltered steps aching towards their desirable itch of insolent cravings deriding the need for happiness for everyone.
This milieu of my morbid reality now forbids me to write further as it did strike upon the compassion herald on my every altar of humor.
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