Gunshot of Autonomy
Caged up in the brain’s shackles of lust and lies
Rags of despair disillusion and utter reformed thoughts hang
Puddles of thick perverse actions gather and stain crimson
For he is a mirage of false hope cascading over your senses
Then final reiteration of the branded instant’s ultimate sound.
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