Fall before yourself
A fleeting passage of hope and desperation will get you nowhere
Plead all you want, you'll never have blind bliss again
Conciousness, flailing in desperation
It is a paradigm in the struggle to be
Only when our eyes become dust
Can we really see the world as it is.
This is not what we are bred for.
Our instincts, a bold faced
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