So cries the heartbeat, ragged raw
The pain encumbered is the con
Not the heart that carries on
A cynic is a fool that slowly drinks the bitter dregs
Retaining ravished heart that only, of the cosmos, begs
No heart of mine would ever be so bitter
To pine each night in envy of the glitter
The conscience claims upon this day that life is more than not
The misery we often see is ancient spectre's rot
Decaying all it constitutes with negative impacts
My heart gives out its radiance, the landing gear retracts
It's time to move on from the nonsense we have all endured
Shedding the absurdity in which we've been inured
As conscience claims serenity
And focus claims eternity
The innocence will spread
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