SHROUDS OF DEJECTION.

 

You wanted the best.

The sun and the rain falls.

Both living side by side.

Together as one.

The bright and the cloudy.

Luxury and perfection.

The summer and the spring.

 

But you forgot the outsiders.

The autumn and the winter.

Your ignorance proves fatal.

To those that never belong.

And now you must taste our poison.

The friction and the pain.

For better and for worse.

 

Imperfection is much greater.

Than sounds and words.

Imperfection is power.

For those remaining undetected.

Behind shrouds of dejection.

 

by Sir Markus Furiae.