Generation T
Vapid vicissitudes fade
Because we all know them
For they are life's poor grade
Graded by pain and pain
Felt by humanity,
Humans share suffering.
So tragedy is last
Not first we're told,
Telling lies to selves
Ourselves most tragic
Of all, is self loss.
Terms of terror
Unknown currents
Currently blind
Phobia's, all kinds.
Past echos,
Forgotten
Generation,
Torments
Trammel
These.
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