Poisoned Mist

Control your emotions
From the outset they will fail you
Destroy futures by vast
Imagine a landscape so rotten
Destined to live typecast
Without the option to alter
The world in which you were born
Pushed to secrete poison
When peace is all but forgone
Out of the shadows you whisper
Hoping someone will hear
But all have gone deaf in the mist
The answer is nowhere near

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