Vague fears haunt the spaces between ears, pooling behind eyelids in foggy gray patches.

Yeah! Into the valley of loneliness, we cultivate distortion in the mirror of self,
watching a somnambulistic smile turn into a painful grin.
Long hope, now measured by the distance between desolate wish and desperate reality.

Loveless leaders parade on our screens, selling cheap ideas, at the high cost of war.
Security sneaks behind obscure laws in the dark veins of self serving ambitions.
Disconnected appointees run the well oiled machine that runs the alienated.

Long hours of labor turn into lives ill spent for low wages.
Medicine becomes panacea for the rich, addiction to the poor.
Keep the mule alive and ye shall go far into concentric neurosis!

The sum-total of dead virtues litter our polluted sea-beds.
The good are good and tired of repeating incestuous history.
The industrious produce a great excess of obscene waste.
Kindness has become liberal weakness in the halls of rhetorica.

Reporting jargon drowns in logorrheic oceans of blame.
Brave means savage, strong means blatantly silent.
Family equals excuse, while child is but a number.

Daily despair drives the righteous to kill the very killers of their own morality,
in the death row of oblivion.
Like a ball of writhing worms in a prison toilet bowl, dirty conscience mingles in collective nihilism.

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