Incarcerated within these four walls,
though God only knows my crimes,
she’s not the only judge these days.
Sometimes I feel there is some hope
however it’s never for us my love,
the radiant nowhere is for others.
The upright citizens of island utopias,
constructing ziggurats to the Sun,
expanding across the Voisin Plains.
Outlining heavenly harmonics,
devising pure driven ideals for living,
building towards a total perfection.
A monumental brutalism designed
to imprison, degrade and monitor
the remnants of the un-engineered soul.
So that now whatever freedom
we possess is limited, maybe illusory.
But what’s life without secret, lies and sin?
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