3 Oct 2016
Is all that we see or seem,
But a dream within a dream?
And as I lay me down to sleep-
The effervescent night does keep
My hardened soul
bestowed so deep,
Until the break of dawn, I weep.
The break of dawn can so become,
The very moment I am undone.
The morning light doth drown my eyes-
Weakening my soul until it cries.
I'm still not sure what time it buys,
Until my soul withers and dies.
This cold monotony has no pulse,
Its code of conduct only false.
Backwards ethics and twisted views,
Scorched and fried like a lit fuse.
A pawn in a game designed to lose,
A farce layered in patriotic hues.
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