The Essence and Absence of Humanity Into The Crescent Moment of Eternal Sanity

thier ideas and ideals

cropped to fit and plastered

their eternity, shatter

 

their sanity

so vane

their vanity

unsane

 

in the retaliate

they hesitate

 

in the depths of their mind

their souls do not

intertwine

 

they sit and wait

to hate

till they decapitate

 

reality, not our bretheran

insanity, a tool to decend

 

guidance

omnipresent

 

connotations fof breath

still fingers on death

 

clouds of clarity

they settle for every charity

 

tear till it's fair

no longer trancendent

of the who, what, where

 

cry till they're blind

simply to find

that love is in

our

mind

they are still signs

 

eternity

one with sanity

humanity

plain vanity

In this moment we live

but eventually

something will give

 

live till they are torn

die till they are born

 

our selves so distant

till our death's content

Author's Note

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