Reality, this spiteful snake,
Rearing its ugly head
Venom dripping from its grin
As it tosses yet another obstacle in our way
If given a thousand years to collect,
To process, to portray
We could never encompass the voracity
Of one single day
Trapping us in its winding,
It's closing malignant cycles
A tightening coil to bind us,
Hold us tight in unforgiving embrace
Its all-engulfing jaws, infinite, boundless
Biting down on the dying flesh of hope
Its fiery breath leveling, dismantling,
Flattening, tearing down the structure of our dreams
Overcome, defeated
Terrified, shivering, mute
Reality is terror, this truth is absolute
Reality, this spiteful snake
Shedding its smothering veil
A shroud to asphyxiate,
Exterminate, eradicate
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