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A conversation in passing
In the moor it blooms
There’s something not quite right
It’s clear now
I know for sure
Oh no
There’s a field of bodies
Oh no
I can’t name one
Oh
They are faceless
Oh no
I can't name one
After this figure of speech isn't over
Another distraction, another perplexion
A waste of resources into one another
To fixate, complain, into heeding a warning
Another complexity; cannot be bothered
To displace in haste, the solution will offer
Another compulsion; distract from attention
A waste of a feeling; exact in complexion
Another arrangement too complex for answers
A waste of resources into one another
To fixate, complain, into feeding a longing
To kick and to scream into heeding a warning.
Another complexity; cannot be bothered
To displace in haste, the solution will offer
Another arrangement; too complex for answers
To fixate, complain, into feeding longing
Another confusion; exact in its function
A waste of resources into one another
To kick and to scream into heeding a warning
To displace in haste the solution will offer
I know why it doesn’t
Seem to make much sense
In the retrospect and
We are all waiting for one last
Shred of our own dignity and
We are all nodding in acquiescence
I know why it persists
In great shame, we fool ourselves into disbelief
Does it make it easier to feel that a lie is real,
"That we will progress”
Is ignorance bliss?
I know in desperation that we fail to see
What makes us even try to
to feel when a lie is real
I know we’re enabling
The state to go on; the fear of unknown
We are but a lonely race
As we’re forced to explode
Into oblivion
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