standing on the edge;
if you listen hard,
you can hear
the last dying gasps
of dreams gone bad,
betrayed by their lusts,
abandoned by their principles,
strangled by their self-righteousness,
drowning in their hypocrisy;
destroyed by their greed;
the children shake with fear,
burned out shells,
well-preserved corpses,
waiting to collapse
into the beckoning grave,
of their man-made utopia,
trapped within the walls
of their self-made
wisdom;
forever.
.
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