Deny your existence,
For this deception has been your doing,
For we're all too rigid to accept,
So you disappear in the hypnotic mist...
Where is your veil of grace today?
Have you been acid dropping your way to glory?
You induce intimidation,
By thunderous seduction...
Where is that unctuous vain?
These tainted expectations,
So, will you put up a fight,
Or part ways with your dreams.
So is your whimsical smirk put away?
You're wearing the beads of whinge?
You stand on the temporal of shit,
Falling into worse...
So when you're despised upon,
Will you be embraced by the song of fog,
Or twirl by tainted dreams ,
Or sculpt new ones?
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