Indifference.
A whole world
Void of passion
Or anything worth dying for
To pursue-
The section of soul carved
By our Creator
To live
Was stolen
Not by oppression
A government, work, or sleep
But an artificial replacement
For adrenaline, joy, or intimacy
I scream at their faces
Blank and locked in hypnosis
Its not real!
Your wasting given time!
Time is a gift
They're wasting useful restlessness
But instead I sit down
And do the same as them
Become a desert soul
Dry bones
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