Carapace

what is with this nothing new, this emptyness, my carapass so hollow, crumbling with no path to follow.
triumphant tribes of tribulation, stifling lies of divination, forever more a dog slave of an earth sized
plantation. fixation on a dream is all i am, not even an individual, not even a soul. where is the pain said
to accompany hopelessness, or can i just not feel it. seeping through my fragile hull, slipping through my
fingers like time and space, cut up inside and out, leaves me indoubt, of my reality. gone is a state of
mind, lose is this fate of mine, darkened by the lazy sky, fathers have the greatest crime, watch it now thy
name is I.

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