Delate

The cross on his face gave an insincere feel,
and the squinting eyes delve into the gelid airs
in search for the truth,
the existence of which was never confirmed
and carrying a sardonic delate in his thoughts
he listlessly wandered to oblivion
unsure whether it was an illusion
or a facade to a callous ravine

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