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In air of awe, ...I write the pain of my heart, each beat of tumult, each throb of incite, ...which merges with my tears in release of woe. A cry of tragedy unheard, ...the final words of a dying bird with clipped wings called sanity. For far off people, never met, I have wept, ...enough tears to fill a desert, a trillion tears a scattered as ink on paper, by my pen. I co-mingle my tears, our tears join hands in the river ...as the time's stream grows thinner their tears and mine, become the ink ...and our pain becomes paper, hereafter. What fool sees war as sanity? Murder as rationality, children's tears become a game. A sadist's game. What fool made up these reasons? humanity's treasons, ...against their own, where profit is life and life is for sale. A sadist's game. Where the innocent are killed, ...the field of dreams without remorse where the psychotic mind becomes reality ...and there is no sanity in which to hide. We go with the tide, we go with the moon, the sands of the desert are like the hourglass, manifest ...and red sand replenishes the white, in endless cycles -where justice ceases ...and the pain shall never heal. Yet there is still, my tears, my heart, the throbbing pain ...in which I feel as someone's pain ...attacks me from afar. I run to my desk, ...my pen is leaking ink as if stabbed maliciously, ...I grab it and the pain increases, someone shot me, someone stabbed me, ripped out my eyes, my ears, my heart. My fingernails are missing, my lungs are coughing blood, someone killed mother, ...but who? The pain attacks me, it rips at me ...and I have no choice but to write it all. Reality is two dimensional, a stack of realities that burst; ...and information, emotions, the history ...and lives of life in general, leak through the cracks, for those sensitive enough to feel them ...and inherit them. Yet those tears shouldn't be, ...the river of time a flowing. The paper thin reality, in which we live, which rips so easily without slowing. Those tears flow into Nature, ...and Nature's heart will break. Because it's children are cannibals... ...and life is a sadist's game.
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