Every Time
Loose,
are the ends,
of the ties,
that we found.
Truth,
becomes scarce,
the further,
we abscond.
Blinding,
is the light,
when unmasked,
is her glare.
Dying,
for more life,
all these roads,
lead nowhere.
Laughing,
stale crying,
just passing,
futile times.
Vying,
by lying,
actors and,
pantomimes.
Herds,
if we pair,
we can bear,
through the straights.
Birds,
flying high,
wash us white,
present saints.
Schools,
circle round,
sickest ones,
become bait.
Praise,
without ground,
reward fake,
a prize trait.
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