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Kith And Kin
Kith and kin vanishing, each day stranger to him. The cathedral of knowledge, the pinnacle of the art Became a realm apart, for only the deepest thought Was his companion in life, a trailer full of fought.
We all rather are someone else, a personality With different perspective or body and soul Stronger, sensitive, giant pass, emblematic, We rather are someone we blindfold control.
Prose of the ant
And so the bee is pollinizing a lot of flowers Fulfilling Gods or Natures laws, does it matter? How damn important are we individuals,
The horizon curved in a red gradient light, As the woman screamed in a madness tone, Oceans of reverberation involved sea birds, Treating the female behavior as impolite.
Waiting the thaw
Humble words and digs are honest man’s characteristic Honor, persistence, goodness, resistance, no clairvoyance The world is our home behind a panel of altruistic believe Without Corning glass to protect our goods and gods, so naïve!
Humble words are honest man’s characteristic Honor, persistence, goodness, resistance The world is our home behind a panel of believe Without Corning glass to protect our goods and gods.
Forced to run, my leg throbs while the ill come closer Never thought I had to run from a suicide attempt Usually we get an interview with the vampire Trist, Who feeds on black souls with a touch of Skinner?
Elephants On A Pin
The day is throttling to sundown, the voice of the Urbe is clear, Millions of tiny sounds emanating from the city carbon steel belts Carbon is so important, silicon and oxygen, makers of planets, bonds of life. We are bystanders, and what are you, game controllers, kings of destiny?
Misery Or Not
Another day in misery town is about a week anywhere Time shortens inversely, intensity rises, and it’s getting hot Always so hot our skin opens to exude, oh smells so solitaire, Oh another pass in misery Madras, far far from India,
The Black Boat
Every single device stops to properly function Mouse commands get of our skilled hands Words necessary to enchant are not good spells anymore Machinery so evolved seems to be at strike
Anxiety An arm around her hips is jumping to the nipple,
Impasse not to stand.
Heel broken, wait at the bottom of a ravine. Smashed kneel, attended at the top of a hill, So vast the occurrences where help is needed Based on a presuppose we are not to be left unattended
Analphabetic vision is better than a good pair of lenses Not to read is sometimes an upgrade of educated perspective. A way of keeping his options, go straight, takes no offenses. Through centuries analphabetic is insulting, purely invective.
As yes are being opened as dusk turns into dawn Reason fools itself another day, insubordinate, Bringing dreams fueled by imaginary junctures. Beaches and romantic peers will compensate,
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Kith And Kin
Kith and kin vanishing, each day stranger to him.
The cathedral of knowledge, the pinnacle of the art
Became a realm apart, for only the deepest thought
Was his companion in life, a trailer full of fought.
His only hope was outside his grasp,
For he could not take of the mask.