How I would like to attend such
Yet only to be distracted as this is what the try seems
For as the apathy of the moon light this is so
Only but a non lucrative
The salads and music
The song and dance
In the apartheid format of stupidity amongst lovers
Split by materialistic essences
More like an invite to a maul
The soul that reeks of hatred to the utter distraught of the stupid rock
That steals the sunlight to speak of its existence
It is like humans
Torrid and fake
Only to bring failure and fakery
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