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A cement landscape lurches
Fading into the fog
Excuse me, smog
A complex phenomenon
This blue figment of my imagination conceals
Secrets lingering in the obscurity
Of a vast universe
My probing questions
Echo into my dreams
Always confined
Fueled by greed
A false sense of necessity
Plastered smirks
Glassy eyes
Mirror tricks
Infinite glittering pieces
Distract any certainty
Dreams dissolved to dust
Discarded thoughts
False words with false intentions
A Hallmarked generation
Denied to feel
A natural copyright
Inject the chord
Exhale slowly
Static reality
Censored intake
Money doesn’t grow on trees
It sprouts in our veins
A contaminated vision
Of a callous God
Hasty lemmings
Wedged beneath a glass ceiling
A vicious race with time to kill
Hunting for substance
Yet gathering material
Life is a savage sport
Survival of the richest
And the scent of your blood is steeping