Modest Madness

Modest sparks of madness have given shape to shades of infinite incarceration

Left confined by blissful tears coated in ridiculed ruses and outdated redemptions

Only to leave us linger with eyes pried open to dreams held together with fragile motivation

As you proudly grin at the next holocaust in front of a fabricated green screen of self-preservation

The foul heart of indulgence shall echo the cry of our persistent spiral down certain damnation  

All while embracing the sanctity of our dying liberty’s liberation...