there is only one possibility
for those below us
they go up the ladder of this
illusion
and we who are up
bears all the fears of going down
the drain or if we are not vigilant at all
resting on our laurels
feasting with the angels
soon we find ourselves
falling
finally crushed by the trains of
our thoughts long
insecure
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