Category: /General/Bald eagle hovering over the abyss
I see its majesty
Feel its beauty
I just want to reach my hands out
Grab on to its wings
And fly away from this cesspool of chaos
To be taken to a paradise
Occupied by intellectualism
Open and compassionate hearts
Not defined by division
And inclusion via blackmail
Not figuring out measurements
For a potential bust upon a mountain
Where connection is born out of a love
Deep not from lust
Where those are respected
For their kindness and gratitude
Not from gaudiness and feigned toughness.
Surely the elite must be laughing
Their wicked heads off
Blacketh of souls
Enmeshed within a fiery pit
Yet remain cold to the touch
For the more illusions they
Jam into our sub consciousness
The further we decline
And if happiness could be seen
But not spoken
Then I’d be a mime
Indeed, even a cynic can be naïve.
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