Compelled to bathe in the glorification of jealousy

Such is the pride that sweeten the thoughts 

Those who guide and guile through the chosen alleyways

Lifeless eyes tired of the artificial lights

Heaped thoughts weigh on the mind- forever, forever

Dance of the dunces celebrate the glorification


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