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Oldie But Goodie
My evolving thoughts
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My thoughts burrough, deeper then dark... Sacked sleepers cast silhouettes across the parched hills the light arcs.. Although we march still, hard steel has had its way with our will, Tower shrills shower cowardess, like soured milk.. Hours still, sand slows... glass hands grow grand and demand flow, but is this real vision? Or am I an ample example of surrealism? Demand no light to ignite without a flammable strike to the candle... What if i told you life is a sealed prism? or earth was a single electron cell division .... Revolving the sun, aka the nucleic neutron circumference... Your solar system is a molecular diarama... You're really a muscle fibre in the finger of a man pulling the trigger in a dialated dilemna... But all you can see past is the skin of your universe, the dimension within humanous birth... Now lets say the earth is polluted, the cell diseased... expells, retreats, rebels from fleet... Like dead cells in your pee, you could be sweating a supernova..... Its all real... Whether or not you all feel, that your squalls apex heightens above mental ascension rates... My monikers model sentence gates in biblical bibliography aforemention slates.. Penned in haste.... Who's mastered whose master? if your masterpiece goes to waste... Im perpendicular to rural pasteurs, hit plural faster then a neural capacitor temperature gauge... On the head of bureacratic senator engaged in post euro-static war redemption debates... Conception is conjugated with an "I"... eye to eye with stimuli... Unaffected by sinful lies... Individual minds rise like ryes in ovens, timed for dozens... I will continue to rhyme until words have no meaning, and two thirds of the earth is submersed in demons... Curse the semen stigmata, sliced reason in half of its original stature, pivotal fractures... Indelible chapters, my psychie cavern is brandished with stalagmite solidified swords slashing, after.. Math? fathom 'phantom actor' graphs, as humanity advanced past the industrial revolution... Souls numbered, use my head for a target zone, before you let me branded by CIA barcodes, Evolution? is what you make of it... For the sake of replacin czar thrones with totalitarian desolation.. You might as well count time counter-clockwise, and devolve into a primate cave species opposed to desegregation.... __________________ |
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