Paradigm Rapidity


wanted more than worth

dead and stoned

drops of rotten gold

standards high

slopes of slippery ice

fall straight shot quick

thrice the decade reach

oblivious of truth

delusions of youth

cement struck

quick-sand stuck

no going back

there’s no fountain hack

fables to self

realized reality


aged and just blow smoke

mirrors hold lies

covered chemical mess

cruelness becometh

once upon a wall

struck nightmare

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