Why do we skew
Everything good and true
When everything is here for us
Why do we trade
A love unpaid
For a path of contempt and vain
Is it for a moment
That we lose reason
For small satisfaction
A satisfaction run dry
Till it has no meaning
From its original purpose
Skewed and twisted
By the very beings
It was created for
Justifying its change
To destroy the spirit of guilt
Within us
Afraid of our twisted creation
Yet, falling into it
So easily
Slipping into its trip
Becoming numb
To its absurdity
Confused and blinded
By everything
We can see
It's so sad
Can't wish it away
Always there
The skew
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