Entangled in an intricate web of meaningless words and complicated lies,
the eye searches for a means of escape.
One yearns not for the one who sings praise,
but for the one whose words carry meaning.
With the falling granuels in an hourglass,
Lost is the innocence,
Lost is the faith
What remains is merely the eversuspicious mind.
the eye searches for a means of escape.
One yearns not for the one who sings praise,
but for the one whose words carry meaning.
With the falling granuels in an hourglass,
Lost is the innocence,
Lost is the faith
What remains is merely the eversuspicious mind.
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