Smiling at the flourished front piece
A Trojan horse, just another inception of her
A random compilation to say the least
And now...
Welcome to the rapacious convening
Bringing a mended amendment
Give me torture or a proverb,
Either, in the motherland of machine (also an exhibitor of the cosmos)
Whilst a lying lyric approaches,
For the empty rhythm of its riddle (itself) the rhythm of the empty world
Multitudes reaching out, we hide
Exhaust our exault, just watch behind an excuse
Repentance? Acceptance?
Finding philosophies path
Mistrusting mistress guides us in red
Machiavellianism
Alas, a cliché is one within itself
Our mindsets mangled, a propagated phantom
Though, quick!
Hush the humble, for only the few are ignorant.
By Courtney James Murugan