Bubbling miasma in the void
From which I sprung forth
To grasp at the promise of existence
To my lament
Gilded promises
Rusted lies
Cage me the same
Fetters of different decorations
I have found nothing
In those sands of my short time
To show a truth objective
To still my raging mind
Bold in claims of relevance
Dystopian in irreverence
Another cog in the ultimate useless machine
To strive forth to die
A dignified end
Will not be found here
Paradox 