For battles won and lost
And orphaned sons of pawns that beat the dust.
For putting to rest the life of a spouse
Who cheated in shadows – for love or lust.
For marooned parents who aged alone
While unworthy kids spent on Gucci and cologne.
Blame it on Mist.
The Mist of retribution, of ignorance.
Of greed. Of Power. The lack of it.
The Mist that clouds reason, vision.
Blurrs rationale. Kills judgement.
The Mist – that comes with being a human.
A mortal with counted breaths and countless desires.-Fuehrer
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