misanthrope's agenda
nihilistic views
seated in your wasteland
you'll never sing the blues
you'll never meet desire
you'll never know despair
you'll be greatly admired
yet still a slave to fear
never make it obvious
never let them near
the path you tread to hell
has never been so clear
I hear you've been repenting
question all your tears
I've seen you reach for beetle's wings
angels are not here.
S
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