Channeled lies
Obtain your goal
At what cost?
For mere specie or is it your soul?

You
Speak of transparency
Yet, it is always silhouettes that remain

When you speak of the imaginary
I recall Cupid's arrow causes blood stains

Open skies
Bellowed and gay
Let us harvest these times that better reflect yesterday
Today is gloom and doom
As the shadows remain,
I recall when the doves swooned
And expression was plain

Open skies,
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