What have we become?
Forsaken our innocence
In order to receive lust
In order to obey
Open to death but not to life
The phantom agony haunts
Us all with our ignorance blocking sacred knowledge
Oblivion awaits at our doorstep
Yet our windows are blackened
With false lies
With mistaken judgment
Pride will make us fall
It will divide us all
Twisting nature
To our own compulsion
Silently waiting in disarray
Closed away from each other
Hiding our disease
Within ourselves
Surrounded by pestilence
Waiting to lie
Waiting to die
Intertwined within centuries of dreams
Lost through time
Every little bit we uncover
There's more to find
Undervalued with our mind
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 7:21 PM UTC
What have we become?
Forsaken our innocence
In order to receive lust
In order to obey
Open to death but not to life
The phantom agony haunts
Us all with our ignorance blocking sacred knowledge
Oblivion awaits at our doorstep
Yet our windows are blackened
With false lies
With mistaken judgment
Pride will make us fall
It will divide us all
Twisting nature
To our own compulsion
Silently waiting in disarray
Closed away from each other
Hiding our disease
Within ourselves
Surrounded by pestilence
Waiting to lie
Waiting to die
Intertwined within centuries of dreams
Lost through time
Every little bit we uncover
There's more to find
Undervalued with our mind
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