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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “This is the best of all possible worlds I hear, and you’re the master of your life”, But when you count the closed shut doors, and look around you for a window, Turn a rubik’s cube around and play with empty running rivers. Mere stupidities and bottles with clichés will smear, right across the empty floor, Tremble stupid kid! For cold, is just your empty sensation of fear. This life is a wondrous gift, you’ll say; a challenge for the mighty heroes. The good Pangloss in blood and flesh could not resist his own ideas. You run and jump on sharp and blunt spears, to catch a glimpse of certitude. But gravity, a law of nature, will keep you still in mortar shoes. “Men have somehow corrupted Nature”, and I corrupt myself with dreams But what is hope but a glorious strength, embedded in genetic attributes, Like aids attacking healthy cells, will disappear. And let it go Candide! You die a hundred times a year and fear, fear, fear another death, another life, The grand pillars of values and potent righteousness, You dare to believe in their existence. It’s like the God you trust, but cannot see and cannot feel. But do not be shaken, have no fear for this is just your own free will, Oh Cunegonde of mine, you’re near, and every time I look you disappear! Sometimes you search the absolutes of universe and wonder where, Does God exist and what He’s doing when Cunegonde is flagged and raped? Stumble on the rocky path on orators and chaste priests, With tongue so sweet and gloried preachings, But what they do in solitude with sharpen knifes in backs of infants? Close your eyes oh sweet Candide, and dream away with no restraint, And watch how all your hemispheres will tremble soaked in darks and lights. If not your head can imagine life without a shadow or a tear, You are corrupt Candide oh dear, but this is the best of all possible lives. You kill even the ones you love the most, nothing is holy anymore. Just the promise of Pangloss and the dream of Cunegonde. Merge your coding to save a dear, stop on red, and do not litter! For your punishment ‘s not in Hell, it is indeed the life you bare. Pace yourself! In the New World, like a Columbus you’ll try to steer, Your arms and legs but not your head, for it is damned for it is barren. There is no sun, or air out here. You strive for breath in empty chores, At least you have your Cunegonde I hear, but she is just another whore. Who cursed her love for seven years, but plow your garden cher Candide! For this is the best of all possible worlds.
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