Andromatonrecursion

To a Forgotten Warrior -------------------------------------------------------------- Where did I initiate Because I was powerless to decide Whilst the hand of light and brimstone Tearing a quasi of mine self I already perceived a grim shade in this creation But did they truly worse Than the smog of actual nether? Perhaps it is Since, If folks declare the ecosphere was A nirvana we breathing in Why we never met the end of the ocean Of this incessant torment May the bliss itself be an aenigma Or did it? Those reds and whites would recognize -------------------------------------------------------------- Is actual fault can be forgotten? Through those color they put in their mantras Some else tell that not a thing One was vice versa Deities do have many façades But they have a deceit it was one identity They eternally laid a war in the flick of Their exquisite fingers They ravage themselves And no one helping them Is it because self destruction was a prohibition? Maybe it was Then

To a Depressed and Conspirator Wandering depth on the dystopian inferno Postponing his way from the path of Valhalla Left the dream forgotten forsaken And let that tortured by the thorn of twisted reality The man himself, couldn’t do a thing Despite the will of the soul wisp he possessed As he cuts the connection and warp himself To a monstrosity they see was lurking He there theorize in the imaginary throne And let a reflection fly over the desperate mind “There’s no such thing about loneliness” He let that thought spill unacclaimed As uncelebratory as the lone person himself Confronting a sea of fake truths The brain tries seeking cogwheel in a clockwork That can drive the engine of fallen thought But all he got was a rustic shattered fragment Which can’t even comprehend The tangle of interconnecting paths Of thought that governs the world. Gaea herself not even tries As she lost count of myriad Fractured delusions she had witnessed But the neurons, tries to initiate the man To