Waking up to warm welcomes and wheezing Watching others do harm among themselves. Seldom some sheathing; Their swords, their spears, their selves Solely dreaming shared memories of peace, far from discord, far from fears, far from their peers. But what else can we do?
Holy men seizing control, arms bared, purgatory and pensiveness paired, far from the threshold, far from tears, far from whatever else But what else can we do?
What of the world when human nature rings true? Awaiting absolution through cautious cues, absolutely abolishing the way the world was meant to... Exist, existentialists exercise mere remnants of real rationality Sentiments and sentimentality Simple sanctity made silly whims of what was But, only, because of us.