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Lost Causes

Scarcity thrives beneath carnal abundance

Dinning on morsels of heart to suffice a greater appetite



We find ourselves unsatisfied

Projecting on others through the lens of myself

My thoughts are an obstructed mirror

Self reflections bias to self accuse



Working to finance the illusion of living

In a wasteland of material paraphernalia

Consumerist ideals of marketing

Do I dream free or in a prison of what I've been taught to chase?



Prioritizing purposes

What's worth holding onto and what is expendable?

Self interrogated to draw on the conclusions of my motives and my sins

A man with nothing to hide can't be blackmailed



Learning to surrender reputation

Secrets live concealed between the lines

In fear of getting caught

As conspiracies are unpleasant fictions that tell true



We are all of us detectives, following cases with minds made up

Ever ready to pass the blame on the culprit

The gun I draw on you is the bullet I dislodge in my own head



All that we conceal in darkness is a poison garden

Our demons tending to the root of a guilty conscience

While others are immune to remorse

When their devils are their gods



Worshipers of self agendas driven to forward lost causes

Idealizing their own captivity

Sold on headlines of politics that market virtues as business

Versus the values of fraudulent lovers seeking validation



I take the stage and play my role

We are all of us sold on the common will to self-preserve

Given incentive to dominate under the illusion of tolerance

Are we sold war on empty threats?



Our wisdom led of reaction is the conflict of a fool

What are the true colors of those with which we find ourselves inclined to agree?



Partial platforms funneling divided biases

What nature I accuse is that which resides just as much inside of myself

Prone to lies and war as we justify the means on the premise of our own ideals



What is the life we achieve at the cost of the breath in our lungs?

A lifetime is the seed we plant, not the harvest of our existence

Every legacy is in vain that only lasts within a world with an expiration date...
cloventongue89
Written by cloventongue89 (Nathaniel Peter)
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