A Piece Of Your Own Self Advice
You orchestrated
a perfectly sustainable
self impression,
and self expression,
contiguity,
or continuity,
peaceful harmony
or a peaceful anatomy,
of a compromised body machine,
Perceive the end of
your world,
as no gods of good health,
manuals could tell something about you,
can say for sure or otherwise,
as just this measly piece of advice,
as your own perceived self identity,
as a simile of you, ?
in heavens cares, ?
or as a trace of trashes
in his garbage truck.
bound for incineration, ?
all which are subjects
of ambiguity.
or your own self mystery,
Because you are unsure,
If you're father is a garbage God,
ar a garbage trash,
or which is which, ?
zero or question mark, ?
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