ill

I would like to have permissions
To rule some kind of consequence,
But real true in demolitions
Of any types that have some sense.

For fabled world we had decisions,
Over-dropped fantasies.
And now we got the prohibitions,
Undertake that fake disease.

Assumed weaknesses and languor,
Invoked overskill to flee.
We have no rough, or any anger.
The strongest beasts on their knees.

Just make some thoughts, conclusions,
Raise you're readiness for real.
The most disgraceful are illusions
That you are empty, lonely, ill...