If profanity is a form of insanity, then all of humanity is in love with vanity. Just another delusion of illusion, in a rampant act of seclusion. Talent is standard on a planet of confabulation.
Nothing is real anymore, there is a war at your core. Greed is the seed we breed, hence the human race in which we speed! We play games of hunger while we bleed.
Humanity is just an art form, unfinished and diminished. We are blessed with stress, without our consent we play chess. I confess my address...
-Earth- **Motel for our souls
A tragic and cryptic poem. Intent: To elicit thought.