Blink. Brink. Sink






We, the people, lose touch

Technology and sin are important

Glory of creation, not so much

Blinking, we reach the ledge

Being on the brink of death and sorrow

Hinders not the weary travelers

Binded on the screwed path we follow,

Only other way is a doomed voyage

With punctured holes in the ship,

Waters seep in and nearly drown us

Offering a higher powers as a bargaining chip

Sinking further into an unknown zone


We blink.

We're on the brink.

Blinded until we sink.


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