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The sanctioned sanctuary of our century
Is pretend nescience by many nations,
Ingenuous negligence, built on 'intelligence'.
Well, fuck these sentiments, enough of lecturing.
I stain this canvas... those recreations
Of a disturbed mind, in all their elegance.
I don't complain, I'm getting off the plane
And walking right through the red corridor.
Guess what, my plan is plain.
Got something to declare?
Yes, I declare a war!
About the Creator
Andrei Z.
Overthinker.
Comments (1)
Too late. I do believe it's already been declared. I get you, though.