I hear the drips of water that are splashing in the gutter
unsettled by the misty lies they gutturally mutter
methodical destruction of my confidence is utter
these oracles have prophesied a perilous prediction
that's been a bit corrosive to the core of my conviction
but hopefully we'll all find out it's just a bunch of fiction
for there are many futures we could fabricate depending
on if we stay infatuated with a fiery ending
or whether we precipitate existence worth extending.
Are You Reading Me?
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