Aristarch
Raised up from beneath the twilight
Until the dust erases things transpired
Behold the cowards of censorious
Being held back behind the front lines
Afraid of the lack of possibility
Afraid of what war may bring
Nugatory armies of pain
Weep at the sight of present past
Dreams only found in sleep
No escape from statistics
How they say you are only human
Si vita bonum est causa
Destroy the futilitarian
Too mechanical of an existence
Thousands follow the chemical checklist
Such an elegy of being
Why does the chimera sing
If we are taught to be the deaf of society
Turpis oblivisci vos sunt spiritus
Declare war with anomie
The rich without guilt
And the poor without remorse
Standards are the enemy of this forgotten story
Synchronicity is not by chance
Behold the downfall of the Aristarch
By blue ocean
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