Simulated - What Does an Immortal Daydream About?

Perfectly left out disguises and hidden notes are,
Wrongfully emptying a darkness, with a relative safety.
Until it's halfway of a cry for help,
Everyone will feel like a sectarian without a sect here.

Since this is the archive of a not-yet-happened mutiny,
Everything sensual can be outcrazied,
By a barbecue on the last day of the universe,
Including the drugs which are uncharted and resilient,
For they also cannot change the inevitable outcome,
Even when combined together.

What about this unattractive habit of eavesdropping!
While it is already in tune with an innocent overhearing,
They are laying and playing a parody that,
Only deities and outcasts should (be allowed to) play.

An obedient mistake and a notorious secret,
A lot can go wrong in this morose territory,
In any devout and carried instance.
So, they've been warning and recommending to,
Simply admire from afar, without any love,
Whereas the road of anger takes the patron of the poor,
To an absolute hurt, unseen.
A hurt that will not be known, recognized, or realized,
Unless a foresight enters the scene.

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