Perhaps there is a wonderment to behold upon the waste of collapsed social pleasure though this I cannot remain all that aware.
So if you begin to look deeper, I might suggest for you to just hault right there.
Upon the countless monotone luxuries we lure our happiness, our sanity and minds
The trash beneath our very feet the bliss of change amongst the uncommon finds.
An entrapment of false serenity paints a picture of theorized knowledge or so the men and women have come to believe
And in these lies they have grown to succumb upon the worthless that substitutes happiness in what they blindly perceive
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