dust to dust

With all these illusions,
how can I ever make a conclusion..
This is what you are,
this is thy will.
Follow the rules, yes, just pay the bill.
I see the future,
I see what could be.
But in all of these scenarios;
which one is me?
Not unlike a mothers love I let you all  in.
But all that it does is poisoning me,
and makes me sin.
I slowly become what I promised I would not,
but what is not life but a miserable plot?


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