I wouldn’t let them rush in, as my heart cannot reason

The proliferation of change threatens to ravage tranquility

Only apathy towards the reckless manifestations

It is dreadful standing near the crumbling precipice

Chaos pushes hard, unsettles the foothold

Emerges that space, uncomfortably whimsical about life

No promises to the fearful one; only panic amidst cheer

Lusty eyes and satanic intent carry forward the reality


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