The look is of right work,
The workers move and change
Together and apart.
The wages are fixed according to the effort,
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Sentences are big, small as well,
Their tailors stupidly work
And the tools split when words are built.
The tools are a spirit, a well-being, a promise,
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I open the doors to a lonely heart,
One of them fights against mine.
His heart and mine actually clash,
Reminding me of a love that died.
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Fade into a void for eternity,
By occupying it like a Space.
The hole I question is very solid,
The whole wedding has been solved.
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Above are the heavens where we construct our thoughts,
Then falling, we consolidate the learning with refreshment.
Water has flowed, we entice the growth of human structure,
Wasting is a disease, of the self, over a fountain we enjoy.
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I find a lamp so hidden
That burning sensations command.
Through the window of mere delight
I thwart the watcher of my nature.
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A man must face the truth,
His chief commanded the religion
To be disobeyed, to be objected.
The truth made a knowledge too rare
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I benefit him, who killed me,
Yet the puzzle is so complicated
That I benefit him.
My name concentrates on him,
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So twist your head in this direction,
With some obedience, without disagreement.
Change this reality if you dare,
If, if you stare and escape this request.
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They argue and fight over dead bones,
One of them is a skull making him ill.
There is utter disbelief, just decaying bones
Ready for burial like no other corpse.
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