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Dismal Future
Dismal Future
Unmovable am I
Unchangeable are my thoughts
Predictable demonstrates who I am
Rigid is my thinking
Evolution dare not caress me
My path remains certain
This is my Life
Safe and True!
A silhouette of ignorance blanketing the shell of your humanity.
Blind emptiness disillusioned because of growing fear deep within the bowels of your meager existence.
Destitute soul lost in a river of molten lava that once was but now death has encased it in the formation of ubiquitous rock.
Unique was your umbilical cord of life before your detachment from reality engulfed your very soul leaving you with nothing but shattered veins carrying dust to an already emerging desert.
Incapable of thought provoking nutrients necessary to sustain life as we know it.
No perspiration would dare to escape your non porous skin cooling your inhumane body thus maintaining an equilibrium of rational decorum.
Sadly all that bears life continue to emerge from its original birthing form, metamorphosing into the intended evolutionary form not even revealed to us. But yet your shallow closeted self challenges all that defines us as alive and human.
The finality of death has become your entree, lacking dessert and thirst quenching beverage. You have been relegated to not life as you so think, but an infinite existence of dust!
Safe and True!
By Lancelot
Unmovable am I
Unchangeable are my thoughts
Predictable demonstrates who I am
Rigid is my thinking
Evolution dare not caress me
My path remains certain
This is my Life
Safe and True!
A silhouette of ignorance blanketing the shell of your humanity.
Blind emptiness disillusioned because of growing fear deep within the bowels of your meager existence.
Destitute soul lost in a river of molten lava that once was but now death has encased it in the formation of ubiquitous rock.
Unique was your umbilical cord of life before your detachment from reality engulfed your very soul leaving you with nothing but shattered veins carrying dust to an already emerging desert.
Incapable of thought provoking nutrients necessary to sustain life as we know it.
No perspiration would dare to escape your non porous skin cooling your inhumane body thus maintaining an equilibrium of rational decorum.
Sadly all that bears life continue to emerge from its original birthing form, metamorphosing into the intended evolutionary form not even revealed to us. But yet your shallow closeted self challenges all that defines us as alive and human.
The finality of death has become your entree, lacking dessert and thirst quenching beverage. You have been relegated to not life as you so think, but an infinite existence of dust!
Safe and True!
By Lancelot
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