It is our mad fate
That conciousness
Unlived and unexiled
Rules
Like a prophet
Whose songs
Cry out in the dark
We stand
Defeated in exile
In front of
An aged mirror
Confused
We press forward
Sinking
In the presence
Of the absolute
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 12:25 AM UTC
It is our mad fate
That conciousness
Unlived and unexiled
Rules
Like a prophet
Whose songs
Cry out in the dark
We stand
Defeated in exile
In front of
An aged mirror
Confused
We press forward
Sinking
In the presence
Of the absolute