the dreams
the anger
the passion
and the shadow of death
all intertwined in one broken corpse
it walks around looking the same as it always has
but on the inside theres nothing left
all it does is keep walking from dawn to dusk
go ahead look into its eyes
but bewarned
you look into the eyes of the broken you might not come back
reality is all just an illusion
a trick of the mind
for those of you have seen into the eyes of the broken unscathed
the world looks different
the reality that was is gone
all that is left to you
are the broken ones
and debris of the ancient civilization that used to be
fires burning
trees are as burnt and broken as everything else
animals walk the this reality as rotten flesh
muscles twitching in plain sight
what would you do
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