Weeping at the sight as a fallen ethos dissolves
I’ve made my pact that I pride
Can these echoes of chaos crush me?
Will it take away my resolve?
Reverberations are frequent, but will they resonate with audience and be heard?
In solidarity we bind
In solidarity – absurd!
A propriety we seek
Often the state for an idle mind
I wonder how I’ve made it this far?
I wonder how I owned this find?
I can’t help but hear it
I can’t help but see
From everywhere around us
From all of those surrounding me
As darkness is born at dusk, and light is born at dawn
Our servitude, our fate, our masters care not
Some want the control
And some just wanna torch the lot
Ignore it and wait
Or hate the fight that is fought
Will it continue to dwell within me?
Can’t seem to escape, or maybe I just forgot
Or don’t make this call
The cynic cries out patiently
The devotee might fail to fall
We are what we are
Much by habit
Most of the time
Is this provisional?
A provisional state of mind?
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