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Mark Lecuona May 2015
Watching decency roll away
Nobody cares about dignity
Everybody wants instant fame
The genius is in the celebrity

The less we think the better
The mystery is in pouty lips
They only kiss the camera lens
And not the intellect they eclipse

We’re choking on the stars, who
walk the streets beneath our feet
The aging is to see it all again
They only discover the same street

The way to worship is by the day
What will you do to the past
That you cannot do tomorrow
All that is left is what will last

Mountain tops remove desire
Distraction removes pain
Suffer the country or the city
No matter the result is the same

What was life without love
Before, you were what you wanted
After, you were disappointed
Now, you walk with the haunted

I want to tell you that I believe
But not in my life or in my death
Instead I want to believe in you
I see the tears in your every breath

All I could do was point to my heart
It was the sign of my love to the end
You were saddened by what he said
But still, I will always be your friend

— The End —