Despair has its routes,
Secrets suffer from silence,
Wickedness impales this planet,
I watch as the purity is syphoned,
Venom seeps and harms the balance,
Criticism finds its way around this world through unknown forms,
Hate is spread so often,
Crimes are knowingly committed,
I watch as everything around me burns down, whether it is my fault or not,
The blame I take compares to no other,
An imposter who hides behind its mask,
Stealth infiltrates from the shadows,
The ceiling closes in,
The walls crush me yet there is no pain,
All of it is in my imagination,
A room of royalty,
Blood is shed across battlefields and now streets,
Violence is used as an escape,
This modern society is too reliant on excuses,
People live under a sky full of gunshots,
The fortunate live in quality with no regards for others,
Children perform labour for the sake of their families,
Death is natural, yet so common,
Its stench pierces through all barriers,
Molded into the shape of a dagger,
Influence spreads all over,
Power cannot be trusted with the irresponsible,
The selfish seem to be tricksters,
Hiding among us, they seek only the absolute destruction of balance,
So delicate, yet they desire to ruin such a perfect existence,
Like the frail petals on a rose,
They blow away with every sin,
Division only pushes us further apart.
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