Tongues of Confidence.
Languages leading us to despair.
Phrases plucked from generations of thought,
Thought not yet adorned.
Experience being so sparse allows no judge
Of the futile expressions to be guillotined by ignorance.
Unheard exclamations of connected concepts
Abuse the intellect of silence.
The atmosphere is broken by continuous obsessions
Of self, leaving open only the opportunity to bask
In artificial lighting,
Darkening the universal being of indulgence,
Squandering the language gifted to us all
To elevate the perception of human intellect,
One is drowned by the continual revilement of our tongue.
Entering the banality of undiscovered participation
One resides with tranquility in a bath of apathy,
Clutching to the ideal of revolution.
One searches the revolution to find only parched remnants
Of our belief.
One can merely stand tall beneath the dermic layers of history
To withstand the wrath of our times.
