Vanity
I sat in the midst of the unbiased reaction of the atmosphere that moment
All I could best do was soliloquise about vanity
Thinking for a moment i realized that all activities done in this existence was just chasing after the wind.
From thence I stood up only to be held spell bound by unforeseen forces of nature
Reluctantly I gave in to the only person that wore black and red
Misjudging and misbehaving was the order of that day
Beside we will all end in the ground
From whence we came
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