Masking absurdity

I fear the day I cease to breathe The retraction of the unholy In its nauseating trance That I am entangled in its captivation The serenity of the raindrops clouding As they flounder amongst the field Protruding the fellow's dance The day my essence vanishes Dissipates to naught when I am caught By the claws of angels that soar the sky The dazzle of their improbable happiness Incapable of genuine light Beyond the velvet marshmallow sky They reflect a fabricated smile For suffering merely is lifting its skirt

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