a sorrowful echo
trust is so
publicly humiliated
crucified for commerciality
possessed by the love of those who hate us
a royal plague of slander
a claim at sensitivity
bluets to abuse
compromise becomes superficial use
collective embassies within the soul
devides our existence
yet labelled hole
absent minded diplomas of applaudable bribes
categorised at birth gifts and pink skirts
generalised and diminished till our absence is finished
all of my sins amount to my self
this is nothing glittered in wealth
dont bother to say goodbye it is an echo that will reply