If society is made to put out gleams of light,
Happiness is letting your light shine,
To the point of blindness,
Then life is the road with gloomy moons,
And the end of the beginning.
Imagining life as anything else is a difficult feat,
As imagining gray to be any other color is foolish,
And the world murders any sign of optimism.
The universe is wrapped in shiny paper,
Just for those optimists,
So it can be perceived as smooth and good,
As opposed to the black hole for knowledge we know it to be.
Even though the exact knowledge is hard to find,
Either through testimony or a life time of experience,
Society teaches us that life is destructive,
Humans are only vessels of violence,
Beauty is in the demolished lives,
And only a chosen few are gifted with minds,
And only a handful have the true potential,
To use their memory and reasoning skills,
To form thoughts not found through ignorance.
In thousands of countries,
Teaching the whole world against epistemology.
Society is curved toward those unknowing,
whose premise is contingent on their beauty,
And that of others.
The slight imperfections of the world are sought out,
And when the mission has been fulfilled,
The visible edges are smoothed,
Giving the illusion that everything is fine.
While, on the inside,
The fault lines are where the wars start,
Causing the breakage of all material and emotion,
Until the lives of the living,
Have been consumed,
And the only breath is that of the monster,
Eating the dead souls,
Until there is nothing left.
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