Consequences
Appreciate the world
and all who lives within.
And when you find the time,
you can disregard all sin.
This world is full of air...
A medicine of nature.
A captivated tomb.
Which always seems to wear;
masks about their faces.
Perfume smell, through traces.
Nylon, silks and laces.
A mascarade of sanity.
Pure, but dignified.
Cry, beneath the wind.
Underneath my life;
long and dreaded opinions.
Opened tasks to take.
Chances for your destiny.
For those who love to hate.
Those are our consequences........
That's our long awaited fate.
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