all hope flew out there on the lonely plains
destroyed my deepest feelings towards
survival mode kept roaring its ugly head
emotions searching escaping narrow mountain paths
its littered with filth climbing fits but please dont sink
we took that weightless battle straight by the horns
wrestling waves of depression sending them through transactions
reaching a strongroom soon to be demolished
no stone will ever withstand the force of a malleable mind
kindly presenting a smartly drawn blueprint
the devil is in those little brittle details
flags of our ancestors turned to stormy white alkaline.
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