Abandonment

Smashing fist of glory
Suits a label for the sinners
Smell the scent softly
Embrace the giving foundations
Pictures not reality of future
Pick a point to rant on
Is it true the pieces
Put together by poisoned clouds
Skyed up to vertigo places
Produce face swells above the trees

Look down on peasants
Worth the dignity of failure
Pay the money to fit the frame
Independence cost higher than life
Love steals what’s left unbroken
Sold for prophet, displayed for fun
Busy nights turn long and eager
Praying, not the only one
Bowed down to the light
Playing traitor with the dark
Trust becomes a stranger
Empathy a foreign body
Awakes loud through touch

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