All this time behind closed doors Nothing new to see Just all of those things No one wants to look at
Sat in stasis Sharing distraction upon distraction Shaping our flat plains of existence Into swept-under-the-carpet mountain ranges
Hiding away from the consequences Of our oxymoronic “civilization” The puppeteers of our individual shadow plays Scripted by the fires of our desires
As Rome burns
dol 04/04/2020 10:40am
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