Caught in-between a hard problem and a tragedy,
one which all thoughts conceive a calumny.
False religious declarations brought hope, a preconceived act, with all past failures examined and attacked, like a quasi-contract.
How can infinite knowledge and power create such hate, terror, and pain, similar to a suicide pact?
How does one find their own avenue? Without being stuck in the heart with a corkscrew?
Is personal discovery extinct? Do we forget the past, subconsciously ensure the failures of our future, and presently live with no imprint?
Is individuality impossible?
The characteristics are defined and distinct, but each soul's technique is quietly fluttering away from this lost mystique.
Discover the reality of you, rise up, revolt, and fight the deceitful greed and promised happiness brewed in realities poisonous stew, as it's faithful traits of trust, love, and care that create our optimistic views.
To be happy; an outdated phrase soon to be extinct.
When the downfall of morality can unfold in a blink, as we subconsciously conjure a future drearily bleak.