Pitied Praise

Pitied Praise

Confusion of Happiness 

Pure and beautiful

Are happy people

Throbbing sorrow on white wings

Tireless impulse, howling the glory

Of the universe, I dreamt of such

Greet me, with prayers

While hearts are laden with lust

Submission forgiven

As destitution makes peace

With rebellious spirits.

Why do you hurry?

Every direction sees vanity

Mirroring friendliness

Crying, perplexing

In the notions of the past

Blossoming pitied

And ere my praise

Sinister of happiness

Poisoned Of fulfillment

I know now

What was equal in hope

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