kipper Stagg (6th April 1957 / Earth)
We look, and for all that is seen through these tainted eyes is human blight unadulterated
Visceral life forms living on half expectations of hope and greed and lust for fame
Vapid dreams disperse before them leaving hunger far worst than before
Semi-quasi ambitions, unattainable, unanswerable, unyielding
Ugliness, black as a raven and ravenous for vain glory!
We write, and writing tries to express our inner depths. Humanity failing as we forget the reasons we write.
Symbiotic relationships with people who where slightly psychotic.
Insurmountable madness overtaking any semblance of reason
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