No armour of dignity could soothe the pain of the summer months,
When we lost the connection to touch,
There were blind colours in the wind,
Bringing us closer to our subtle sins...
They danced on copper,
They deceived holy followers,
But they were resistant to glass,
Inclined to the mask...
They swore by their dreams,
Swayed by the mean,
Raved about despising the evil,
Until they saw unfurled thrill...
They stood strong during the French Revolution,
Don't scream, you'll change the constitution,
Why was monotony your shield to light,
When you had to dream to survive?
( Skull by Van Gogh)
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