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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In times of joy and in times of pain words are the only elusive attempt at portrayal Daunting Contraptions Contracted in a few fleshy pounds hidden in a bloody swirling cesspool hiding in our skulls Thoughtless explosions of verbiage fill the pages of time & space in this place, feeble attempts at nothing merely interjections of uselessness. We canter down these halls of life opening doors & closing others, doors hard to shut are better left open. To breath the breath of life through these pounding heads of humanity. Beating its burden of confusion & false hope straight to the source ... producing order? What a concept in this place as to say a controlled explosion our existence is the oxymoron that is all. We live the days like the pun of some joke that's been forgotten. We soothe our souls with others expressions, broadcasting feeling to the masses. Ideas thought for someone else helpless sheep in this hillside pasture we're spinning on. Songs of hope & joy inspire & drive others to the end. Confident that more words will help in the future. Addicted to others feelings & ideas to produce our own. Mindless bites gurgle out real life for ratings while we all watch ourselves and turn back to the box. The box should falsify our existence but then the black emptiness that has become our hard existence. Tired lonely followers dancing till the end .... Ah the end
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