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Inconsequential Madness
Fires seething, breathing, spewing forth
Molten vulgarities unto this earth,
Feeding on the despair and indifference of
A society that has rid itself of all those things
Which are true and good,
Nothing is intolerable anymore, for the flames
Have consumed all, beggar and borrower alike,
And smothered nature's sight,
For the heart which cannot see shall be mute to
All that could open...
Wednesday 16th September 2020 11:49 pm
Cutting the Strings
What I am is wrong,
This is not me,
The entire sum of my life has led me to this fact,
I cannot be who I was, nor who I am,
Not even who I am trying to be,
The end is but a heartbeat away,
And there it will begin,
Life lived as a puppet,
Is life ruled by the puppeteer,
Cut the strings,
To fall to the ground by your own hand,
And then rise of your own accord,
Is what I long for,
Tuesday 1st September 2020 11:17 pm
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