seeking a purpose cloaked in rhymes
halfway up thy adventurous isle
endless mysteries is all i find
should there be no purpose,
just thee boredom creates us all?
grace thy for 'tis madness thou hast caused
stumbling through the course of life
witness madness through my eyes
enslaved by words written in rhymes
from stories penned for fables and myths,
ye image manipulate with phonies and lies.
...we sinned
only for our ability to imagine and think
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