Confined

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Confined by the threshold of society.
The loop in the system of things.
Sustainance in Limited possibility.
Decadence of our sins.

Actively inconsequential our transgressions
On mother's smile.
Excusing our disgusting intentions
Foes of nature's while.

Cursing our plight when she shakes us in anger.
Or spits on us curses.
And sometimes to show us she too is sinister
She brings to us the land of fishes.

Why still do we chase she gives us all we need.
What else do we want our chase will end us indeed.

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