on your knees greed unabating,
selfish desires thrown around,
flesh and bone surely decaying
The threads that cover your body,
the words that smooth your speech,
positions of high rank in society,
yet fulfillment remains out of reach
blind to self you bloody the day,
your existence full of lethargic pity,
slowly baking intelligence to clay
resident of an ostentatious city,
"afraid" or "indifferent" they say.
We stand here on arid ground,
rooted deep in Nature's floor,
civil layers are none to be found,
the outcome of what we bore.
Here the earth is like an arena,
people naked before the crowd,
you stand before the gods
secret thoughts now read aloud.
This is in waking, this is in doing,
this is in taking, and in pursuing.
(unfinished)
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