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And still the unpredictable expounds,

The unexpected burns its curse through 

hallowed ground,

The illusion of the tides that life bleeds,

Belches glam fab styles that tingle taste buds, 

spraying the air in its odour as ambition

breathes ceaselessly,

Caught in the times we thrive on fears,

And strive full pelt for successful years,

Whilst purpose lies strangled and the soul

cries in disarray,

Health gets discarded along many highways,  

We're victims programmed to circumstance prone to 

make or break, 

Born we are with nothing and buried in the same state.