The Secret Society

June 24, 2019

I stand in the void of the disturbed and gullible

in times where we speak for faded enclosure

substances to dissolve our lack of compassion

to survive this world of demand and subtraction

for who are we to take this for granted

when all we experience is greed and madness

we thrive in what we believe is a success

yet blame a girl for the length of her dress

and wipe the tears from the cheeks of our mothers

while putting aside the actions of others

we do not know when we shall leave this world

or if we are even living at all

faded to attempt to recollect our emotions

and melted in the pot of fear and precaution

the flames of our actions come back to haunt us

pierces in your skin and drives you unconscience

blinded by the pits of desire

we sacrifice one another to the pits of fire

and for what do we owe this ounce of pleasure

when all we gain is heartbreak and pressure

yet we sing the songs of light and resurrection

in hopes to shine on our sinful actions

for who is there to judge us on what we do

it is a personal connection between them and you

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