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White stars in a sea of blue all my comrades who I have abandoned my clock ticks uncontrolled I am stressed even I have fallen behind Watch as others flaunt their success I am left in the dust Who am I today- my spirit is lost it only exists for others my paintings only have one layer the artist forgot to finish the inside I look back at my documents even they carry the wrong name my action serve as an act only for my perception no one leaves their door without a mask I must follow- I can’t be left dry the extravagant now means wealth simplicity is lost gone in a boom faster even than our expansion Expansion led by our fathers. the saviors who stamped out, exiled the original life. Past heroes smile back at me only for the picture- horrors of war are written in their lines. man fights wars not for freedom- not for belief- for their own gain. Man can never know its place believing we can eclipse the heavens. the tower of babel- Icarus and his wings- We believe we are makers yet we only take and take.
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Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 11:39 PM UTC
Disillusionment
White stars in a sea of blue all my comrades who I have abandoned my clock ticks uncontrolled I am stressed even I have fallen behind Watch as others flaunt their success I am left in the dust Who am I today- my spirit is lost it only exists for others my paintings only have one layer the artist forgot to finish the inside I look back at my documents even they carry the wrong name my action serve as an act only for my perception no one leaves their door without a mask I must follow- I can’t be left dry the extravagant now means wealth simplicity is lost gone in a boom faster even than our expansion Expansion led by our fathers. the saviors who stamped out, exiled the original life. Past heroes smile back at me only for the picture- horrors of war are written in their lines. man fights wars not for freedom- not for belief- for their own gain. Man can never know its place believing we can eclipse the heavens. the tower of babel- Icarus and his wings- We believe we are makers yet we only take and take.
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Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 11:39 PM UTC
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