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Whetted, unfettered, unhinged, wasted - stories upon tales upon fables upon lies.
Sitting, waiting, hoping, fearing - success follows trials follows effort follows frustration
This rat track has no hatrack to breathe and or break, even when broken the cogs are expected to spin.
Compliance trumps complaints concerning new protests - perfection isn't wanted, just illusions of progress.
Where is the support for the forest disorder, the trees overwhelming through their vicious expanse?
Why can't victory encapsulate teamwork by erecting signposts designing the end?
Heroes are legends, the mythic invisible, proof of existence the ironic pinnacle.
An avatar of hope fortifying our destitute shifts charity's burden to nobody known.
Lies are our role models, the selfish altruist ripping motivation into manageable shreds
We beg for the power to do nothing useful, worthlessness the go-getter's goal.
Murdering hope is the only success that motivates the pointless cur into action.
Truth won't exist without the ultimate lie that everybody can simultaneously succeed.
Peace is the enemy of human resilience while masquerading as our ultimate goal.
Unwanted tears, disgust and fury are the only reasons to power ahead.
Why can't I have the lies that were promised to me when uncultured by structured visions of failure?
Why weren't we warned that nobody matters? Why were we told that our futures are safe?
Sitting, waiting, hoping, fearing - success follows trials follows effort follows frustration
This rat track has no hatrack to breathe and or break, even when broken the cogs are expected to spin.
Compliance trumps complaints concerning new protests - perfection isn't wanted, just illusions of progress.
Where is the support for the forest disorder, the trees overwhelming through their vicious expanse?
Why can't victory encapsulate teamwork by erecting signposts designing the end?
Heroes are legends, the mythic invisible, proof of existence the ironic pinnacle.
An avatar of hope fortifying our destitute shifts charity's burden to nobody known.
Lies are our role models, the selfish altruist ripping motivation into manageable shreds
We beg for the power to do nothing useful, worthlessness the go-getter's goal.
Murdering hope is the only success that motivates the pointless cur into action.
Truth won't exist without the ultimate lie that everybody can simultaneously succeed.
Peace is the enemy of human resilience while masquerading as our ultimate goal.
Unwanted tears, disgust and fury are the only reasons to power ahead.
Why can't I have the lies that were promised to me when uncultured by structured visions of failure?
Why weren't we warned that nobody matters? Why were we told that our futures are safe?