The Scheme

by The Depression Bard   Nov 10, 2005


The ripped visions in my dream,
I see the blueprints to your scheme.
To go and destroy all you know,
You will alter your life's flow.
It won't matter to any of us,
We'll stop making this big fuss.
There will be no stop, nor prevention,
You will win the ultimate suspension.
You will breathe, your heart will beat,
But you'll lose life's greatest treat.
There will be no feelings, no inner thoughts,
You'll stand there as your body rots.

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