“ The Life We Lust ” ~ time means abate ~

 

The life we lust

Soon has less flare

Than when it burst

From every pore

With forceful thrust,

Held be forever

Until such time

We’re made aware,

Utopia shan’t survive

Man’s ceaseless thirst,

Much beyond peel

We witnessed first,

Thus so until life’s feel

Time means abate!

 

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