Deeply amiss of desperation
Delving in deathly beatific intentions
The hair just out of place
The newly uninvited line in a strange face
yet owed to the soul, the untold implored obligation
The flesh is born to the abyss of devastation
Subservient, the mind, to souls of empty paths
Unending, unyielding the pressures of fate
The call of obligation retrieved, but too late
The soul of that flesh forms its aftermath, far fetched from the sought aft elation
Enigma, the dream, unattainable, eluding with definition
Regarding nothing of identity in an unyielding paradox
The soul is devastated with confusion and deliberate instigation
Enflamed with the cycle of timeless complication
Delivered surprise with the promise implied to the soul who lurks forever in the lost,
soulless nation.
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