The void in the pit of my stomach spawns grotesque lyricism

Cynicism in mind shivers as the mind considers the complexity of time
Hence we tend to the epochs with uniqueness
Betwixt the manic and the peace
Fit perfectly in pockets of freedom
We breathe in the seas and spit out the seasons
Breakers of zen then we put back the pieces and admit under the pretense of human
Consumed kin with a youthful exuberance
Exhumed sin to the fullest
Archenemy to prudence

The Foolish