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What are you waiting for?
What we had, what we were
the memory can be polished and worried
til it has magic.
A sweetness lacking sincerity.
A purile filter
made of everything warm, safe, and soft.
Like some smooth totem.
Worn faceless, and blind.
Cling to it,
like the last thread binding hope.
Captive, thrashing wildly in desperate agony.
This is the death of goodness.
The last breath of the charade,
executed under the tyranical scrutiny of what was
and what should have been.
Sundered, and brutalized for all to witness.
A marked indifference to suffering.
A cruel parody of justice.
