Loss

Broken promises

Breed broken spirits.

Lost alone.

Stupidly plowing through the darkness

Attempting to find the light at the end.

It's not right

It's not right

It's not right!

How can someone

Change so quickly?

Their minds don't factor others in.

How could we be so simple-minded

To believe again and again?

This time it

will be

different.


Foolish tricks

Trick the fools of the world.

Feelings get in the way of living.

Loss of thought

Allows faith to settle in.

Yes, no

Yes, no


It's sickening:

Choose this not that.

Be this way not that way.

Absolute power rules;

Empathy a meaningless peasant.


When will it end?

How is it fair?

It's. Not. Right.


From cold examination

Springs realization:

This time won't be different.

We are not right to trust,

When we have no reason to.

The End

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