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Look at paradise

It's all there holding on

For you to avail

All that was left behind

By you and me

Is now under soil strata

Retained

You do have the means

But have no ends

In a constant today

That blurs future and past

In a household of sensations

Thrilling to every touch

With walls of flesh

Cornered in stones of bones

Under a guise we share the same lot

Our marrow is the same

But we don't want it to be

Living a fable in our own minds

We faced a choice of life

But we chose not to be

We laugh at our own songs

We mock of our own seeds

We stab at our own hopes

And we lock away what remain

We could ever long

For a light beam to shine upon

Our failed intuition

And system

In an eternal war to succeed

Spoiling the land

With castles of grief

And trenches of sadness