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A time of invention, a play on our eyes

A love of contention, subliminal highs

Right under your nose is the reason to be

But the end of your nose is the farthest you see

A line squarely drawn, through a gnashing of teeth

A mystery to us how so many you’ve reached

Right centered above, when your history has won

An end to composure, what history, has done

HAS DONE

A promise that’s kept in the hall up on high

Concern for a future a promise can’t buy

The Nightshade, The Beacon, The Coveted Sloth

A promise that’s met with a dismissive scoff

Just lace up your boots, and discard any truth

Cremate any thought of your coveted youth

Just look straight ahead as the visions so clean

Just try to forget all the things that, you’ve seen

YOU’VE SEEN

A paralyzed version of obvious fact

A laughable reason that’s all too abstract

Thrust in both of your eyes, contaminate though

A desperate pretense of how you were bought

Pay mind to a mind that cannot settle down

Pay mind to a mind that will discard a crown

Pay mind to a mind that will reject misuse

Pay mind to a mind that will not, abuse

ABUSE