A Tarnished World of Lost Identities
Do not befall to the image of society,
for it is the place where melancholy thrives,
where everything seems anything but piety,
and the feeble are left to die.
Society is merely a false hope,
to suppress its reality,
a deception where no one can cope;
A Tarnished World of Lost Identities.
Identity; The evident savior to humanity,
to abolish the illusion of aristocracy,
and made to serve as a refrainment from insanity,
yet to obtain, one must embark on an odyssey.
Lest we not succumb to this infamous illusion,
as all that will proceed is an evident allusion.
Copyright © Suyash Unnithan | Year Posted 2016
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