Human

False wisdom
would only seal the window of freedom.
Forgotten memories shall arise from graves,
scintillating the lonely darkness in caves.

We are a people whom integrated all light,
amalgamated all sight;
thus we are to be imbued with the fragrance of pink,
or dangers of the pillared cliff's brink,
and we are all bound to sink,
into deception's rink.

Incinerate in the blazes of cunning hope,
only ending with yourself to mope.
Such intricacy,
only comprehended by minority.

We are replicas of one another,
but to each other we smother,
in hopes of being the guilty winners,
at last, we are all sinners.

Such equality,
misunderstood by majority.