Blossoming remorse

Sage scented lies

Blank minds begging to be divorced from themselves

Discouraged by the aroma of the room.


Declining souls mourn for deciphering 

Modifying ourselves as the seasons do

Clipping mangled twigs from geometric rose bushes

Fresh water humans, drinking from salt water lakes.


Instill a search for originality 

Lusting for humble remains in the ashes

Sacred hands melt into graves

Greening limbs, spoiling fondly after creation.


Absurd thirst for silver plated disposals 

Endorsing poisoned minds

Much alike the bitter taste fading away with the ancestors 

Blooming red toxins into cossets.


Fabricating a future for thieves

Destroying articulate culture

Rebuilding nations whom share a hunger for greed

Designating philosophies for ally way heat.


Humanity is a broken record

Clones of the next person

Sweeping away the uniqueness from all nations

Breaking every thought of originality.


Shackling the brains of our future

Distracted by greening gold

Molded, with the threat of torment

Ethics in shambles, laying at the foot of every bedside.



This poem is about: 
Our world


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