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Feckless and without warmth We have grown to pretend to care As a new species of man grows From the septic pools of lies and deceit Outwardly, we have grown not grotesque But perfect. Flawless and divine Yet no light shines through our eyes anymore Nothing more than hollow perfect creatures We have perfected the art of deception The art of pseudo compassion Like the light of an angler We draw in those We only wish to consume Surely, we have evolved From bandits, highwaymen, and thieves We have become licensed bandits Licensed highwaymen And licensed thieves "All for the greater good" We whisper to ourselves Every night before we sleep Hoping our dreams stop the pain Hoping our dreams pause the fragility Of our brittle compassion We boast as love.
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Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 4:22 PM UTC
No Angels Left in a Hollow World
Feckless and without warmth We have grown to pretend to care As a new species of man grows From the septic pools of lies and deceit Outwardly, we have grown not grotesque But perfect. Flawless and divine Yet no light shines through our eyes anymore Nothing more than hollow perfect creatures We have perfected the art of deception The art of pseudo compassion Like the light of an angler We draw in those We only wish to consume Surely, we have evolved From bandits, highwaymen, and thieves We have become licensed bandits Licensed highwaymen And licensed thieves "All for the greater good" We whisper to ourselves Every night before we sleep Hoping our dreams stop the pain Hoping our dreams pause the fragility Of our brittle compassion We boast as love.
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Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 4:22 PM UTC
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