Regal Murk - end

Black discolorations
On the aberration
What's a few more million
Parts per billion between friends
Grafts some futile notions on
Neutral oblivion
What's a few more million
Parts per billion among friends
Escape from end

What's the saturation point for
Rot on life worth lived
Willful ruination, I have
Had enough of it
Your god is men
That awful end
A form of resignation
In the great honing of conceits
Each one makes a morgue of his heart
Too tired to
Drag them all outside
The fall from adoration
It is forfeit
It is an end
It is a vulgarization afforded

Written by:
Zachary Schwartz

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