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Negative Instilled

The king is deception the queen clothed is greed
A tidal wave of tyrant power, overstocking their supplies while we suffer and bleed but I see life through brand new eyes, breaking all ties with a recipe of equal genocide
Your pathetic alibis don't hold steady grounds and won't hold form 
The system quickly selfdestructs by free souls refusing to conform
We slowly sway to the macabre dance in the final embers of days last pale light
We glowed like fallen angels and slowly taken by the beautiful darkness of the night
As long as hearts hold fast to carry on what is right
Voices can't be silenced,  never giving up an opportunity for the expansion set to take flight 
Don't bother with attempted excuses , your gift wrapped deception is useless
There's no one coming to fill the cliche role of your savior, reinforce change to the way u want to live, if you really want to make it through this
If you make it through  in one piece to the other side alive,  there's so many more barriers ahead, by the end you will come to understand what it really takes in order to survive 
There's no pot of gold shimmering at the end of this rainbow
Ignorance crashes down for taking the bait , another element in the production of the show called everything you've ever known, the collapse comes quick 
There's no longer any substance to definition,  wildly take a random pick
To choose wrong is to choose right
To chose right is my goodnight 
A warm worn welcome  to your own damned domicile 
Exiling me to my jar of empty emotions that overspill 
Dripping down lines of sympathy for anyone or anything that can be sculpted solemnly 
Solid ground reappears , reinforcing the stars of solution that solve the formula to mask out the pollution 
The machine no longer exists, no copies to replay , no horrors to be missed
It's as if nothing was ever there at all
For the first time there's no plan or agenda, for the first time there's no bottomless fall.

Copyright © Jessie Doyle | Year Posted 2022

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