Has life failed us… Or have we in turn, Failed life? Ponder this, My inebriating logic, Before you jump From your cliff of conclusions, Formed from broken hopes And scattered dreams… Dreams that can, If the dreamer has patience, Be reshaped and molded Into something far more exotic, Far more exquisite Then you had ever dared To imagine the first time around. I for one tend to think, That perhaps… Perhaps we’re to blame For the assumptions made, As if life was a right That we are owed And not the privilege it truly is. Senseless deeds, Will always and forever Confuse the sensible, For who would truly wish To understand The twisted remnants Of logic that the doers of these deeds Might have left remaining? Not I… I will never understand, Nor will I choose to attempt Such a fruitless activity as that. Every fallen angel, Every act of destruction… Merely proof of mankind’s Abandonment of life. We are the Judas; Yet no amount of silver Will ever buy back What we are betraying.Birth sign: Libra
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