Grace

The grace of lament is well lit,
so it is immortality to find...
Sober be the color of sanity,
as it is fear, fear and indulgence humanity has well defined.
Vitality of it never was the same,
but for pain of a being, has been...

Like dried leafs,
faces lay low...

Beamish the emotion outside,

it is containment they show.
For it is inside,
succumbed to the grotesque,
the grotesque demand for more...

They said to build this world,
destroying existence of creativity,
is perfection
is beauty
we shall show.
Humanity, was it?
We are yet to know...
             
                                                  -Tzeus