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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required water weeps wildly whilst washing away your jesting foolery. I saw the sun annihilated Against backdrops of liturgy Lethargic activity that earns It’s title as the Earth’s endearing child Against backdrops of monogamy, Pedestrian thinking, Accelerated usage, Lapping up mentalities from bowls of pulled poultry, Doing nothing for the Universe, Yet stealing all unities, Dissention and green lights and babies birthed and apostrophes in time, Influencing the way we work on thinking of ourselves as HUMANS, As people, not things. Growths, from children to adults, the contortion of time, the peeling of fate, the sweet sugar coating like a scab on your life, Bleeding out of your heart and seeing out of your eyes and feeling through your brain and feeling through your synapses. Here are the producers of the broad way show of assimilation Here are the problems, Here are the irregularities with the hole in the boat, But don’t worry everything is now under… Black as a burn on white , yellow as a can of Cream, not yellow at all. Not nothing but irregularities we perceive as Potential ingredients in life. But in greed, is what we are, in need Not so much, Thinking SO outside Of the box, that the box has grown Legs and walked away and has grown A full beard and a full head of ideals. And we are trapped outside of this fully Matured matron of mystic answers. And we are pleading to God to be let back in... But you know something, GOD IS IN THAT BOX TOO. And you know something else, inside all of us Is a little box opening when It's ready to breed a plague of Insatiable urges. A quest for self. A journey through self. Black and blue benches where a man sits, Breathing, he breathed. Waiting for his anti-matter mother to annihilate him, But less than he believes because anti-matter Kills not what it touches, But what it needs to Kill itself. A piano, might be boxy and Brute-Like But might mean more than piano To you. It might mean the 'end is nigh' For music is the sound we hear to feel forsworn, to feel filthy inside of ourselves. GOOD, GOOD But remember, the Doctor is here And he is watching from inside The box, and he's sitting over a cup of tea, With GOD, In that BOX
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