Imperfect Human
From the earliest desires an earthly fires,
Walls have fallen,
The chains have broken,
Spirits envision an escape,
This lent body that vessels me is weary,
Reality is seeking happiness in my ancestor’s footprints,
Trials of misled passions has formed my faith,
Dreams have been banished by failures command,
Conformity has become a slave to commercial processes,
Shall i eternalize my stagnation or just become a civilized drone?
Purged souls are predestined to kneel on alters of bullied repentance,
I am the melody of chaos,
I am the imperfect human...
Copyright © Danea Scates | Year Posted 2015
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