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It is in the small things we see it. The prophesies of the diluted delusional irrational rations That pull together the fortifying justice Upon mankind and intellectual vandals Of this disgusting bland tropical environment That tears me from my stupidity of injustice and non riotousness, These small things eventually grow Like an iridescent and gleaming tumor of the boring music in my mind I am at the peak now and the flamingo of a flock has clued in The the selfless stupidity that has endangered my world, Is it that this correlation of fluctuation has indeed Set present the motivation and bouldering descent Of our final and conclusive death The afterlife is another analogy The prophesying ancients of the colonizing and efficient soldiers The past and present of our slowly crumbling universe Some people may question the irrelevance to this statement of devastating truth, My statements of disbelief and romantics Overwhelm the readers that do not totally compensate or pay tribute to this amazing and exciting junk