The world of today, still savage lies. Despite soaring numbers, isolation nigh defies. Stranded in life, drowning in undulating seas of loneliness we all fall like flies on sun-scorched roads of foolishness.
The world of today, still savage lies.
Despite soaring numbers, isolation nigh defies.
Stranded in life, drowning in undulating seas of loneliness
we all fall like flies on sun-scorched roads of foolishness. poems stories
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The world of today, still savage lies. Despite soaring numbers, isolation nigh defies. Stranded in life, drowning in undulating seas of loneliness we all fall like flies on sun-scorched roads of foolishness.

For nothing can be sowed on this world in plight. The Savage Garden ne'er saw the light. None can find true happiness in this wretched life. No hallowed destiny awaits the eye.

There is only the monotony of the day's routine which bores to intolerable degrees. And the path is dubious where phantoms convene.

People but resign in exasperation and in reluctance agree that life is a chore, it's mysteries unfathomable.

Now hush and listen to the scurrying of invisible mice. When the big cat is out in the dark for prey play by the rules or beware the predator's cries. Lest you be disemboweled by reality's maze.

As life is but a game of cat and mouse. We but sitting ducks in our own illusion-ed house. So watch out, beware, limit your extravagant style. For doth close behind you tread the hunter with a vicious 'meow'.

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