the disease without a cure
had an honor to its name
what was flawed? what is pure?
it is no longer the same
they are tempted to mature
to never think, but emulate
there will never be a cure
so watch the kids hallucinate
the glass menagerie shall break
only sharp fragments to survive
without knowing what's at steak
the kids prepare for the shallow dive
they serve to treat the symptoms
but never see the cause
we watch the fight run out of victims
victims run out of petty flaws
the disease without a cure
had an honor to its name
what was flawed is now pure
but somehow feels the same
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