Abortion Of The Futile
Beyond your perfect presentation...
Like a virus spreading within...
A doubt in your empty mind, if you will
I have eaten away...
All that you held so dear...
And devoured the confidence...
Leaving behind only fear
I am the rational thought...
Infecting your paradise of lies...
Only feathers remain of your wings...
Deterioration begins from within.
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