Practice Makes Pathetic

Delusions of grandeur reality of failures spit on their ashes and laugh in their crashing dreams

Placate implications of greed’s misdemeanour the fall from your pyre is my life's satire

Designed by the system designated a number crawl into its shadow or break free from its bounds

Engorge on the weak complication amasses as the creator defiled chains you to the ashes

When we see our humility torn to shreds by ruthless faces

Take a rung to the very peak in shadowing post hostility

Burn bright from within for them to steal the light

Set fire to themselves so their spark can ignite

Weary bones and broken seams

Wearing out the tattered causes

Point a finger in every face

A harrowing mirror of futility

Your value is high a precious commodity

For others to use and abuse with no sympathy

Mouths like voids swallowing all the light

Where their words lead a merry dance you signify their plight