The Pull
Nihilism
pulls, that dastard bastard
Whispers
constantly, no tomorrow sorrow
Tricks
for the mind, played by negative’s relative
Named no
point, for cynicism’s cataclysm
Dare to
fight and be attacked as right
Individual
right, the enemy in no point’s sight
Bland
blind kind, comfortable in suicide
Existence
the wailing suffering oxide
Plunge
quickly into the icy water
Reality’s
charm and ability to barter
Nothing
set as that charlatan destiny fools
Shivering
idiots pretending surrendering is kewl
Choice
and decision of what and action
Voice and
delusion, the sound and no satisfaction
Grasping
towards the lit incantations
No
substance visage is cotton plantations
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