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Writing stops fighting./ As we empty the chambers of our minds, streaming raw un-filtered emotions through the channels of our pens, our brains become clear; fitted with a new lens. Muddled thoughts become distilled. Violence turns to silence. Trading anger for kindness, and sight with blindness, in the intention that we may create hope/ out of this fire that we've stoked./ I hope I haven't spoken out of turn, but this burn in my lungs/ and the taste on my tongue, full of bitterness, reminds me why I have chosen a quiet mode of communication over this. Because noise calcifies the mind./ Never to see what lies behind/ the portal of discovery called the Pineal Gland./ Secreting the sacred chemical of god that baptized you at birth. The power present then, is the same one in this pen./ And though words create illusions, and we feel stuck in our delusions,/ down the rabbit hole we must go./ Let your spirit knead you like a piece of dough. Molding you into the true form you were born in, through, and from./ When I was nine I built my own drum./ And outer manifestation of my heart and its ability to beat./ Guiding my feet along the track that they tread./ I will follow the eternal thread of life that we are all strung from./ And from this pen that pours forth ink, I lay these words upon some paper/ so that my mind can cease to think.
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