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Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Losing


Who lit the heavens? Who set the stars in motion, where has the architect gone?

What is this world meant to be, was it meant to be anything?

These questions are plaguing

We step away from the world, into the lucidity of dreams

Falling for fantasy, walking through visions, hoping for justice

There is no relief

We are humanity failing, and falling fast, erratic and confused

Like ghosts on the fringe of the real, slipping into ruin

Into sweet delusion

We only have this one planet, Earth, scarred and bleeding

Spinning round in smoke and fumes, devouring the future

We have forsaken it

We poisoned the grail, and set the garden on fire just to watch it burn
                       
We set our feet to wandering, go to make our beds in the wild

Ashes falling from the heavens