Life pestered with cryptic messages

Isn’t it a ploy to deceive?

In a cloak of esotericism, the suspiration of a wilderness unexplored

Shaping moods of sorrow; a feeling of inability to grasp uncertainty

A visage created, with the eyes probing the soul

The preserver of another world dawns upon a gloomy world

‘Tis the stubbornness and impulsiveness causing grief

Truth sounds vulgar to the ears listening to unrestrained baloney

Magnifying the faults of nature by those who fault every day

Trappings of mistakes and cryptic messages

Faultlines are waking up in the upheaval of time


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