Steadily all are poured into this mortal coil haplessly
A melting pot of both sweet and sour souls dipped in agony
Twang from this enigma of life drenched with pangs and apathy
Cherry red extract flows midst scores of black powdered tragedies
Stewing in the cauldron, blends of some harsher realities
Of which, silver lines cease to define for any levity
Spectral hues diminish to few, along low fidelity,
The echoes which we become atuned are absent melody
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