is death or birth, stress or hurt, bless or curse?
life seems to test the worst of this endless earth
an imperfect circle left to work with humanity
filled with senseless jerks that try to fake reality
we take our families to seperate levels of hell
seperating our families from this hell called self
our ground is red, but it isn't from the blood, no
it's from angels hanging from gods hand, that let go ..
we walk we fly we talk we die, but we rarely smile
so in this fall called life i'd like to hug the spiral
love is vital? bullshit, as long as the heart beats
the person breathes, awfully impersonal speech
that lurks in the sheets with semen and cheap wine
i seek time and i need life .. i gaze at the blue ball
so small, yet so immense it makes for a perfect fall
my life's purpose is found inside one moment
i can envision the feelings it will create as hopeless
just like the snowless christmas i never celebrated
plus the new year came belated as demonstrated
filled with hatred in-complacent, the life we live in
class ends in two minutes, so go ahead and finish it

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