The resounding slap of nature surpasses the sound barrier

Stunning; it wakes up lethargic consciousness from slumber

Stultifying silence and apathy of heart revolting against its culture

Hardworking monsters have built a replica of a dome

There’s that constant reconnaissance threatening freedom of thoughts

An air of artificiality stunts the maturing process of minds

Every day the drink of disgust and slow toxicity is culpable of sinister times

Where man has been inadequate in comprehending and explaining

The true essence of maturity, and life of evolving and resolving


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