a new morning has dawned. it came hand in hand with reform. progressing and expanding to the setting sun. refining the air we breathe. turning weeping faces into expressionless stares.
at least it’s an improvement.
every afternoon the old politicians are marched out back and smothered with blueprints. our once harmless habits evolved into dark and soulless vices. they creep in the shadows and devour us with bloodstained teeth in the secret of our homes.
aware of their intentions, we left our doors cracked. graveyard masterfully transformed into a playground.
at least it’s an improvement.
if hidden bones reveal, our utopia vanishes.
#i am. Confront. OBEY. embRACE.
Mind Nomad Writing 
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