Churning winds bring tales of journeys to lands beyond the eye’s reach
Creating scenes within the mind that withstand the test of time's leech
Mimes lay siege on villages of peons paying for royalty
Foiling the schemes and dreams of the have-nots in their toiling
Boiling to the brim of lips
I can't quit this half spit folklore
Grab floor around the flame
The life it claims behind the smokes pour
Chalky condensation irritates the sane man's vision
Clouded recognition leads to dependence upon provisions
The system encourages the rich to take from those lower in the system
Depleted independence pins the sick to live unmentioned
Life unpended
Silent
Lacking last words etched on head stones
Moans are deemed irrelevant when they're echoed via deaf tones
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