Reality - this spiteful snake, Rearing its ugly head Venom dripping from its grin As it tosses yet another obstacle in our way If given a thousand years to collect, To process, to portray - We could never encompass the voracity Of one single day Trapping us in its winding, It's closing malignant cycles A tightening coil to bind us, Hold us tight in unforgiving embrace Its all-engulfing jaws - infinite, boundless Biting down on the dying flesh of hope Its fiery breath levelling, dismantling, Flattening, tearing down the structure of our dreams Overcome, defeated Terrified, shivering, mute Reality is terror - this truth is absolute Reality - this spiteful snake - Shedding its smothering veil - A shroud to asphyxiate, Exterminate, eradicate
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