You're fucked from the start
Pay your rest in total obliviousness
and mime this ancient game.
Impaired.
Another sycophant is born
Questions...
Changes...
Deceit evolved...
Nurtured...
Curse worshipped...
Hidden solace...
A protagonist in a story that wakes up every morning to repeat its life
It is a different kind of simple... ignorance...
This lavishing pride, that howling fatigue absorbs all logic
You cannot think
You cannot speak
You cannot.