Flames Of Mediocrity

Your words cook with rage filled mindlessness, you lost in mere seconds of discovering the filthy rags on the ground. These zealots were victimless, timeless in leisure blinded by a folded morgue. You did not sell bandages, they were penniless in those figures. They spoke with the baseless intention, they didn’t find you in a streamlined motion. The shelves were encountered and wasteful,  those worlds hadn’t been able to cross over. Your brain filled with gap, it didn’t have a basis for time. But you still found truth, you still tracked it down somewhere in a fund of baseless envelopes. Blending into crimson, comforting without bases and conditioning. Your sustainability is counterfeit, you are blessed by the flames of mediocrity.

Creator And Contributor- Chris Ballenger

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