Destiny
Jill Sinclair
Convoluted synergy
Of our dynastic misery
We're clinging for your sympathy
Yet grasping at infamy
The human upholstery
Felt so far up above me
Despite the compulsory
Attention of the votaries
I wept in the thousands
Now wasting my endowments
Passing these hours
Through intravenous hazards
A painted hell for you to see
All of the colors made by me
My heart swells in agony
When will we reach our destiny?
When will we reach our destiny?