Existing as the ultimate mutation
Monotonous people all around
Existing as the ultimate abomination
Injecting nausea wherever they are found.
Subsistence is not an option
Life is not defined in that domain
Must live life out of abstraction
Those frail ideas that reach no sane
Living is not a revolution
No one is great who survives a day
If life was really a revelation
How much about yourself can you say?
Waiting for a resurrection
Having done all, laid to waste
It is nothing but an insurrection
And no certainty that failure will be replaced
All those who wish for a liberation
Are they rebelling against order?
What if then freedom becomes an emulation?
Who will play the role of the accorder?
Love is like a calibration
That brings you to the right place
Don't take it as a conflagration
It can burn you in the face
Loving out of desperation
Is anything but love,its already a proven fact
Writing heartbroken rhymes for approbation
Will bring sympahty, not love, as a benefact
Friendship is an appellation
Of sustainence with assistance
But don't look at it with contemplation
Although it does give a reason for existence
When friendship becomes an imitation
It is as good as animosity
Holding on to it leads to incrimination
Just move on, it won't be considered atrocity
Coming to the definition of sublimation
It is a form of science in which
The solid state undergoes a transition
To gas state directly without the liquid switch
But this definition in application
Is when we leave the worldly sense
And make our own defintion
Of who we are, and let all others condense.
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