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Democratic decadence


To decline in sense by standards, morals and dignity,

perceived decay in honor, faith and most of discipline.

Falling into the process of condition deterioration,

societies antiquities and its embarrassing vulgar declaration.

Excessive indulgences for the riches spoil,

and the hangover as inheritance as waste to toil.

No real challenges with that hoarded gold as bliss,

throwing all the coins towards the issue and miss.

Scattered treasures as wild status quo and garden of Eros,

juices of amnesia and enhancing substance grandiose.

Upon the soul the kisses and floating wine,

smoking hot chicks not to mention therein.

When that velvet luster speaks the eye,

and cruelty pronounce that language of lie.

Business or pleasure not the question here,

for vicissitudes ripeness amorously to stir.

Thousand twinkling stars from heaven dares,

as above so below are the mirrors unaware fares.

To pamper pleasures perversion wanton desire,

fervent demeanor and the call to admire.

We all coming with a purpose in this world,

and many shades of fears establishing that paradox mold.

The force of life into purity of spirits and its evolution,

attachments of lost egos and its trauma seeking conclusion.

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https://robertrittel.blogspot.com Living virtualistic through myself. The road I wanted to follow choose me and I can see the cosmos to know itself. I remember only moments where my actions manifested the belief of my passion, choosing my next universe through what I have learned in this one. My fears got lost in dreams, sensing what needed to be done with no thinking. I believe in fairy tales, especially with dragons and how to tame them. I do not need any strange faith to worship that celestial brilliance. Dismissing everything what insults my soul and faithful in those small things, because it is in them where our strength is.

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