Life, stretched out landscape beneath my feet
Time disintegrates in the
Reflection
Is but a stranger
These strings set rigorous routine
Cracks form, co
When the truth won't do
And lies are so fulfilling
Hollow words
Beget
Disillusioned with complacence
We craft our past
Peering down this tunnel ever
Making allegations of questionable value
How can you right what isn't
There's so many rules to follow.
Sheep play their war game.
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