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fractured, stagnant, unintelligible fragments

the means justify the ends so exquisitely

searching for predestination in a world with no correlation

cobbling confirmation so proficiently

sewing mouths together in a chorus of puppetry

seeking to mask a lack of experience

choosing but a slice of reflected light

aloft, you wield the sword of ignorance

a world forced into your sight

fearing what will not be removed

cornered by truth, confronted by time

mourning what you never had to lose

a whirlwind of denial

set upon at every side

seeing no attack in place

tethered to the fear

information erodes the shield

leaving an exposure

trying to secure

placement in the past

the world fights to pass you by

inflated ego

denying weakness

perpetuation of the lie

regression is sought

one side to choose

a deflated, childish reaction

the knotted rope of inferior thought

obsolescence, the only destination

the knotted rope