windmill life
with worms cascading
stones of fear into soul's pond.
time to rest and time to play becomes
time to kill and steal and deal for the next day.
evergreen envy becomes evergreen grey in yesterday's today.
destructive deceit dilutes the deepest thoughts of truth we think
until defiantly brainwashed, we stand at the edge of a tormenting lie
painted by glorified golden dreams and bittersweet deception
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