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The sky has dug a hole in the cloud
it's fuc**** triangle's fault  I can't see the pigs
stratified societies 
revitalized on schizophrenic base of
finger pointing minority
staring at fragmented people 
seeing them as dispensed particles 
that parasitize above their respiratory system and
disrupting  implemented cohesion

in order to maintain entropy
by handicap crossing out their name
they are building a special places
for special people
where they all can hang out together
being so special
they  need special treatment

feels like above my sternum 
yellow pages are flipping through
those are just a small words of highly installed people

we are abled
they are disabled
Forbid words it is needed

holding Jesus's crown above their palms
crown became a baton
that arrogant ones are forwarding  toward detoured from sanity 
polluted ones

your mind is polluted
but you see clearly
you're receiving it anyway
taking even though you see
the wheel of fortune is set out that way
we all accept other people's lesions
relying on redemption

in small box concealing clarification
your designed cosmos is not overlapping with theirs
your mind is polluted
as you're wandering through the streets derange faced
they are deflecting their children from your trajectory
as the way your polluted mind couldn't touch them
unseen world and silhouettes behind the door
make them distracted
for eagle's flight they aren't ready

we are sane
they are insane
Forbid words it is needed

at the very indication of
fissure in your shield
your position as human becomes gravely disrupted
through your skin they have implemented metal spike 
and on the way out handed over a piece of paper
so you can wrapped yourself in that life
like piece of meat from butcher shop
while fissures in your shield
are showing from a transparent pink cellophane
as you're walking down that green mile
toward their hardcover empathy

everything seems like textbook settled
as human rights prohibit otherwise 
but no one ever will give you a handshake
they are keeping their hands at necessary distance
from your body liquids
you're contaminated
while in the hands constricting one way ticket to the island of lepers
they will approach to the nearest baptized sculpture
and contritely ahead of holly statue
 by fingers cross over blessed balls
while from walls declines
gratitude for not going astray as you did
cleared conscience they'll road up toward the heaven
not even turning to see
how you became a pillar of salt

they are clean
they are virtuous
they are alive

those words are carousel free
going straight forward
potentially blind ended

they are pure
you are impure
Forbid words it is needed

forbid the words or spoken mouths
by all means 
stupidity is a matter of choice
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