Saturday, July 19, 2025

It’s a plentiful goal
Without any toll,
as there is no soul
what lies within is more akin to a ghoul
We’re all the fool
jesters and nude emperors
it’s all only temporary 
almost imaginary 
Things never happen fairly

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