Their System porous drowns the chorus,
Of intrepid devourers who implore us
To trust To buy To love the lie,
To fight the fight inside
A reckoning that holds us stilled,
Composed, repurposed to be distilled
Bubbling constructed buildings babbling,
Distracted by the mighty fumbling
Up the rabbit hole we are tumbling,
Coming to an awakening of faces
Facing their frightening disgraces,
Blinking away our tears
Using us for our easy fears.
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themischiefmemoirs 
Are these art work yours? They are beautiful, very expressive…. Thanks for the post.
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Thank you :)! Yes they are all my own art work.
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Beautiful! Thanks for the ‘Follow’!!! 😀
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Like lambs to a slaughter..
The colors you utilized in the picture are stunning.
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Reblogged this on Pritzone.
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