To each hole of that spreads
as each person shames
to seem what they done right
as hatred comes like, the sun
each flames bursts, and blinds
no holes are seen, yet still there
to fall but, they don't notice
the hole never stops, only falls
it stays until you see the ladder
of which never ends but falls
each fall comes harder to grab
until you never be able to come up
driven to be one you hated most
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 1:11 AM UTC
To each hole of that spreads
as each person shames
to seem what they done right
as hatred comes like, the sun
each flames bursts, and blinds
no holes are seen, yet still there
to fall but, they don't notice
the hole never stops, only falls
it stays until you see the ladder
of which never ends but falls
each fall comes harder to grab
until you never be able to come up
driven to be one you hated most
to judge other people yet it's only you that needs to learn from any mistake before it is repeated
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