As quick as blood boils, It coagulates. So, I saturate my mind with a fluid flow amputating bodies of work, Armed with a sense of disaster that’ll charm the Beasts of this planet Earth…
Monsters are everywhere, Nowadays. But, To attract that of which is humane, From a conclave of Typhons, Mustn’t we disemble what fires and destroy what might exhaust, The small amounts of love left in a human heart?
After all, What we often see is a facade. A person with a hundred heads whether they are masks, Or, Dollar bills covering an identity lost, Inside of a mirage of glitz and glamour at the cost, Of, Joy…
As if they’ve never had a choice, When really, A gamble was chosen as soon as they picked either side of a coin, Attempting to buy what is, Priceless…
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