Webs In Windows
We build our society on the skeletons of the world,
Yet unlike thoughs lucky souls the pages of our doom have not yet been unfurled.
As it happens by natural chance, coincidence is as a spiders web,
So it is no supprise that destiny would be its spider... waiting to devour you heart and soul, arm and leg.
Even the snake in the grass has to fear the webs in the shadow of a trapdoor,
still i suppose we have fallen through the cracks of lifes floor.
Yet so proudly do we gaze upon the fruits of our labor , by means of the secret window.
That the death of our society will be a mystery, even to us... long after its crescendo....
Yet unlike thoughs lucky souls the pages of our doom have not yet been unfurled.
As it happens by natural chance, coincidence is as a spiders web,
So it is no supprise that destiny would be its spider... waiting to devour you heart and soul, arm and leg.
Even the snake in the grass has to fear the webs in the shadow of a trapdoor,
still i suppose we have fallen through the cracks of lifes floor.
Yet so proudly do we gaze upon the fruits of our labor , by means of the secret window.
That the death of our society will be a mystery, even to us... long after its crescendo....
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