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The human condition, a poem

Just me putting words on a screen again.. don't read into it too much; or do

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Half alive, stark naked and cold 
You bet you wish you'd paid attention
To all the stories of old

Stamped out of tradition
The human condition, 
Try all you like but blind eyes don't see media omissions

The world moves so fast it's so hard to keep up 
So much bull, piss in a cup 
Everyone has their say
Everyone needs to have their way

The problem comes fast when the morals are old 

You won't find my best works, with my face on the cover
Despite the fact I'm not one to hide under covers

I let them think what they believe
I believe they can think
Only problem is, we've poisoned the drink

The well ran dry long ago, so the poison there is gone

But the effects it had, well people can be bold..

Poet, prophet, liar or martyr;
It's all just words in the end
Just dont call me the one who's insane,
When we're all going around a bend

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Jack of all trades, master of metaphysical
My brain works in a strange way, I pick up on the subliminal..

I was never good with words, because my brain doesn't use them 
Something about a spectrum
But I like to think it's useful 

To some I'm criminal, to others I'm a lost cause 
But once first impressions settle, maybe just take a pause

It's easy to throw stones, through the windows of glass houses
You can build up your throne, but what gives you power?

Free will is a blessing, and tragic all at once
Because we are so used to being told what to do
We forgot to think about us.

I don't know why I waste my time; but then I wonder if its ever wasted

Just take the bad with the good
I know I can taste it



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2158 AEST - Friday, December 2021

Zachariah Francis Paynter

- just a regular dude

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