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She sits and ponders, philosophises
Away these grey days…
Perched high upon her pedestal
As towering spires stab at her eloquence
Pierce her mind, her thoughts as they slowly drain away

Beneath God’s cruel and ambiguous sky
Festering in a feted pool of self loathing
Euthanasia for the masses
As the daybreak deepens the evil within their souls
Beauty is merely melancholy without the pain

She sits and whittles away these days
In vain hope of enlightenment?
The parchments of ISIS have returned to dust
Relinquished to the stupidity and repulsion of the middle ages
These days will not be revered as the battle for perpetual peace
For that was a foolish dream…

Instead crass stupidity and false aspirations plague the world
Cruel and corrupted by those who dwell…
Within their castles upon enslaved mountains
Infinitely suffering…
And she will sit and ponder as daybreaks

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