a study toward sonnet #724 by FisherKingKQJ
The world we knew was a bag of ardent lies,
Prince Siddartha said as much all along,
Let himself be debased in pupils' eyes
With put downs tempering himself as strong.
I know two wrongs stacked vector larger wrong,
I'm sorry for encroaching on your mystique,
Insincere trifles which raised such a pong,
Although the world itself bumbles on critique.
The dynasty exposed as crumbling weak,
The dinosaurs now feathered hot blooded,
The brain cells which grow even as we speak,
The sea floor by germs boiling lowkey flooded.
There will always remain great love for you.
(Chorus)
untrue
bogus
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