High raised community of elongated propriety
In the infirmity of structure moved in the liability
Man's weakness is his bright visions to a lost sight
Unclear to remove layman rules unfolded
By blind ambition in quivering mission
Of thuggery not gained in format by living
But believing in confused formulator of plan B
Of lateral shift in dimensions in the mind
If you mind hiding behind the revised lies
That lies in the epicenter of grey truths
And broken youths to immoral elders
In which illusions enter as history
Turned into fact then held in the highest regard
But there are no foundations in this yard
While the watched herd is heard rebuking the truth.
Categories:
formulator, city, community, introspection, irony,
Form: Prose