4 US All

by AlonEvil

Hungry about news
above the fake truth
that nothing remains
to someone like us
without inspiration
only rest, the rest of our boring existence
like a plague, without remedy
there’s no clarity
even with a lighthouse
the darkness remains
we are blind
without a guide
we are all, we are lone
the news sounds so old
the truth sounds so down
below the ground
like the rotten bodies of our oldies
claim about our sins and commidiments, not holy
sins after sins, for you and me
remains only the open eye nightmare, that we insist call “dream”

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