there has always been a discrepancy that wails the inners of societies values.
an innate need for minuscule relevance that ignites the flames that bound our hierarchy together. ravaging the consequences and rearranging it's idea's so that we are lost in the boundaries of our own stupidity. it's a shame that we don't put much foresight in our needs and establish our own form of understanding with out fear of displaced dignity. we've been under the control of our own feelings and the responsibilities of chemicals that plague our horizons and blacken our hopes for happiness. nine rows of clouds that rain upon our parades. protesting against our wishes and discriminating against our means. parades become riots so easily.
jackals and hornets pillage the busts of our leaders.
we quake with a smile as the curators bound us by our teeth and disarm our curiosities.
loosen the grip.
tears us to shreds.
we know better then to rumble with the beasts.
but not to jump to our deaths.
the plank has broken.
the rivers fill with tears,
a memory that will be stuck with us for years
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