This solitary confinement of the soul,
Has conceived a very empty casket,
Has morphed into the epitome of beauty,
With a very individualistic definition...
The many oxymoron statements she's made,
Stirred up infinite amounts of laughter,
Bound by mockery,
Bears a certain amount of logic in the quiet...
A very indifferent state of mind,
A crashing state of Zen,
Leaving behind the baggage,
For light heart aids the transcend...
The etiquette seems to have revamped itself,
Because the origin of the species,
Creates a foundation,
Unaware about the present of the squad...
The offspring that we must protect,
Ponder on what lies in between life and death,
For every one's a mutant in their own terms,
Now the muddled assumptions shall be forgotten..
A very demented sort of placidity,
Has ceased the flow,
Our wishful thinking informs us that the colours shall be unleashed,
For all the world feels like a bound pariah...
Has conceived a very empty casket,
Has morphed into the epitome of beauty,
With a very individualistic definition...
The many oxymoron statements she's made,
Stirred up infinite amounts of laughter,
Bound by mockery,
Bears a certain amount of logic in the quiet...
A very indifferent state of mind,
A crashing state of Zen,
Leaving behind the baggage,
For light heart aids the transcend...
The etiquette seems to have revamped itself,
Because the origin of the species,
Creates a foundation,
Unaware about the present of the squad...
The offspring that we must protect,
Ponder on what lies in between life and death,
For every one's a mutant in their own terms,
Now the muddled assumptions shall be forgotten..
A very demented sort of placidity,
Has ceased the flow,
Our wishful thinking informs us that the colours shall be unleashed,
For all the world feels like a bound pariah...
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