Vision in misconception
The Obsidian Vision
Force-fed with ease
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Faces embracing the mud
Soil seeps and clasp their pale frigid hands
Eyes spread like the crux of a dreamcatcher
Testament to horrors
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Grasping the foundation of change
Spiritual thinking, the mind transcending the amorphous
Bereft from logical barriers
I want to feel the metanoia severe the bondage of my comprehension
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Under the moon I blaspheme in vain that they may flicker their heart with remorse
But alas my epitaphs are to no avail and henceforth my heart, soul and love
Shalt embrace the spite in full grasp that it may never wither and bemoans
All the desire my being left behind….so abundant and in drove
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