Fly fly fly away like a bird....tidal waves of clouds and exclaim total non existence against standard exclamations,
Superstitious assumptions of luck and omen mixed within lines of blurred and often swirled understandings,
Calamity rising oh rising like a rising tide undoubting...throwback revolutions of senseless coordinations,
Say jump and the masses would jump...say nah and that shattered existences suddenly make sense...neither me nor you.
Fruitless moralistic concoctions of repetitious remarks among political giants,
Sometimes choices must be made...historical landmarks of multiple Persian like economies,
They say it's for the best...never for the wrong like some roman emperors might so undoubtedly speak,
More or for less...the notions of collections prepare for collapse but yet explanations produce the future councils resumption.
Inter consumable rations transferred among the populations...imports and exports clashing like a heated reprimand,
Skills often carried among the backs of the elite...family names carrying the lineage from past to present,
Tarnishing the great walls of moralistic standard...select opinion over generalized thought and voice,
Quite sad it has become...Niagara falls like a insect standing before a mountain...tears rolling down in extreme emotions crumbling.
If one for just a moment could relive the dreams of the millions and billions of individuals...you would find,
Everyone's dream simply to be loved and cared for...to be happy and above the standard...to live in peaceful accord,
Dreams stripped of ambition have become the norm...contradicting emotions keeping the dreamer in a dreamlike state...unaware of realities,
There is yet a chance to persuade oneself among the multiple influential rift raft that hinders inventive presumptions...let the creativity flow oh political faints.
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