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Senior Member
Join Date: Jul 2014
Posts: 1,008
Battle Record: 23-10
Champed - Art of Writing League
- AOWL Season 5
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There's no agenda, these ideas just come to me. Smile happily, Watching the oblivion consume lustfully all ugly things. Destructively cast pain that will deconstruct your being And null the effect of your words you've confessed before. I doubt you've experienced the worst, let yourself burn Until, all that's left is hurt; That you try to convey in a poorly written message of words. But, when will you learn? In this subjective world nothing is conveyed as we want it. Sheep believe they'll find relief if they obey the commandments They're unable to hear Abel and Cain's pagan like chanting. I'm a deserter for all the countless fables I've abandoned. I prefer to immortalize the moment, By being thankful for this amazing little planet. It's not a question of when the messiah will descend on the earth. Instead the inquiry is how to reflect what you've learned. The endless search for answers condemns us to all this mental work. Cerebral thirst that paved the way for stress to emerge. Tension in my nerves, Searching for enlightenment, but that's absurd. All I've manage to become is a cynical pensive jerk, Whose neurotransmitters are inert. Being a thinker is a curse. Philosophy brings you to the dirt; The brink... where no one can save you After all you said, I'm just too numbed to hate you. Endangered animals, saved by taking an ancient antidote These "phrases" you speak of, are all famous anecdotes. Mentally struggling between being an angel and a ghost, A heavenly savior without a soul. A devil who never fell. How is the weather in hell? Speak loudly I can never hear with all the yells. Shedding a single tear for all I've killed. Think of fear as a spell... Remorse is for the frail. As you can probably deduce I'm sort of unwell. A story I relay in countless allegorical tales, But, behind the narrative is the apparition; The terror prism that holds all of pharaoh's wishes. No wonder they never came true. So welcome your netherworld's you, And say goodbye forever to you. Last edited by UnbornBuddha; 02-22-2016 at 01:55 PM. |
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