Inert Artisans - 2011/06/27

They are dying in caskets
Of a very eloquent making
Having trapped themselves
Within ideas now breaking
Laying inside they squirm
Wondering what comes next
While failing to consider
All choices birth effects

Some escape in great fury
Only to face darker truth
Leaving behind the others
Reveling in eternal youth
A paltry dream on breezes
Which evaporates so quick
Is just a kind of tragedy
That leaves them all sick

Crowds of onlookers stare
Not feeling what they see
Can they ever really care
That you fight just to be
For this trap is your own
Ponder before you seal it
Do not blame anybody else
As only you could feel it

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