Amor Tristi

His love and hate are nearly the same.
Her love and lust are always mixed up.
Something that they love to see.
A generational tragedy.

Hear them now they gnash their teeth;
Waiting for the first misspeak.
Preying on the mass confusion,
Addicted to their choice illusions.

Saving face with frame of mind.
Memorizing cryptic lines.
Hypnotized but far from blind.
Separated from the sheep,
Though not looking over thee.
Gazing up at codes above
Acting as a duplex node.

Sometimes No one, sometimes All.
Sure as empires will fall,
With the rise of changing tides
Stay awake and keep alive.
May you rest and may you wake.
Consider all your spirits saved.

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