11.Blue Skies, Shit Life
the model kingdoms untranslatable by man are nothing any heart
can understand. watch their eyes fixed and vacant to the skies,
desperately seek meaning in their lives. we were made
self-involved, and in our bankrupt nature de-evolved into bitter
little frauds, unwilling to forgive. shutting out and never
looking in at how their principles do not seem to matter at all,
frightened by where we'll concede. this graven image is yours,
not mine, and i'll be lost until i find something still unknown.
i don't want to be alone. if a soul remains once we've left this
world, we'll meet them face to face with pasts we can't escape.
we'll try and sell a lie that they will not believe. they all
bear the scars from the lash of humankind. god's shame is mine.
imperfect design. the gifts we've been given：squandered away.
bottle my compassion up and walk over the weak. i never asked to
be born. shattered out the chance for a peace upon the earth. i
never asked to be born. i won't be an accomplice squandered
away. i hope we are forgotten. i hope we are alone. i'd rather
be alone.
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