PRICKLY DREAMS
Through every realm lies a mortuary of dreams.
Where Oak trees fell.
There weeds bore trees.
Wisdom is vanity,
The sky is an endless cause.
Mortals…Oh! wilful creatures,
Vessels of hypocrisy,
Where is thy eternal life?
“To those who fell, those who succeeded and to those we have lost to these eternal struggles”…
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