The state of shock
Panic
Frenzy
Theres something sleeping behind my eyes
In the distance of distraction
In the chaos of the morning
Their is a beacon
A cinnamon hued illuminating my realities archways
To a rank and ruin I call sanctuary
Primitive, your lack of virtue
This broke down palace I call Eden, it rejects you
Panic,frenzy,devolve
But I wasn't really good enough either
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