Society: Losing Soul Volume I | Page 12

currency meltdown furthering pollution,

humanity caused chaos but which human has the solution?

confusion, exclusion,

fusion of faiths protecting templing domed fates,

commemorate unity, bite the acidity,

collaborate lucid bars born from curiosity,

in the burning hell of an Olympic city,

claiming rioting for fame, losing the plot,

where’s the end game you got?

looting your brain,

forget what they say and listen to the rain,

come what may,

it’s a decision resting on a sunshine of ray,

bow it up make it pretty,

blame visual stimulus instead of the hidden conspicuous,

sue the sooty city, sweeping chimneys,

from outside in,

and there you are, underneath my skin,

who wins this forlorn competition of sin?

Ash clouds make me hurl

but you won’t listen to me

since I am but a girl dancing the locomotion,

narrowed to emotion, a real commotion,

thought provoking promotion, well,

that’s just a notion of assumption,

need me some Alice potion to set me in motion,

moisturising lotion needed to fill the gaps

of societal reconciliation,

living in limitations and imitations and the mutation just goes on and on,

ten per cent battery remaining, I’m out, gone.

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