Our masterpiece
Frayed ropes raise
The crumbling edifice
This monument of success
Illusions are cast
By the shadows of flame
The best of intentions
Tend the biggest mistakes
Rich flow the veins of the giant
From which you subsist
Stomachs not growling
Neither are wolves
New crusades to find
In the harsh terrain of luxury
These promises
Of a larger slice
Brutal injustice
In us not being them
Never under the light of the abstract
Always under the light of the concrete
Lost in the paradox
Of idealism and reality
Results illuminate
What you wanted in action
This was not our intent
Well of course it wasn’t
The hunger sets in
Wolves growl again
Devour oneself from within
Righteous sin
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Paradox 