Again I stare
Without really being able to illusions
The verity terrifies
The dreams the lies I deify
IN despair I fail to understand
Whether the dreams create the scruples
Or the other way around
As the eyes begin to sting
I am swallowed by an abstract state
The spirit of indifference is here
Apathetic searching
The sorrow feels preposterous
Within this psychotic chaos
The will smothers
With the spew from the past
Weakened I dry out the faith
And then kiss its forehead
Uncertain slavering
This inner desperation is sort of religious Apocalyptic
No clammy hans can alter me My God
Alleviate the many distressed
I firmly proclaim
Hand out the water to those who thisrt
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