Her insight is imagined,
Her ignorance is key
To the lock of imagination,
Fabrication;
Illumination.
The opened mouth,
Of gluttony;
A paralyzed destiny.
Born from wishful dreams.
Shot against a backdrop,
She is not good.
A convention of evil.
Obscene, and true, but lewd;
And so she widens the gap,
Between truths and lies, and heaven,
Discipline like
HALOS.
Confined within her brethren.
Until she asks herself:
Is this life?
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