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Once Again Part 2

Collisions of useless data hitting us harder and faster as time moves forward in motion, You’re caught up in notions schooled to faded brains, No flames to ignite the linkage, In the age of unaware programed suicide, present collective genocide, Intellect shrinkage confined to a shrinking box becoming smaller and smaller, Unidentified truths slaughtering thinking abilities of thinkers of all colours, Entering the realms of understanding with a hunger or are ya stunned? A jumper of upper worlds bringing back pearls of wisdom from kingdoms living with authentic mysticism, Majestic schemes cleanly written with no defects here to resurrect you’re neglected wrecked minds, Winding up fools ignorance instantly but missed, leaving most dumbfounded with neurological cloudiness, Cognitive dissonance causes this, then hits ya beliefs and increases your disbelief in what you’re reading, Here right now through what I’m expressing, words of articulation using art of smart poetics, Words flex with perfect curves manufactured by repetition of sound story reps, So step up a level and see what comes next, Complex brain functions of A-Spec quality subjects I project!!! Quincy Mac Date Written: 24.5.2016

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Date: 5/25/2016 2:25:00 AM
You are a lightning bolt Quincy! "In the age of unaware programed suicide, present collective genocide..." your social observations are startling to the masses, and therefore urgent and unignorable. I applaud you for using the phrase cognitive dissonance viably in this poem. I believe you care about people's hearts and souls...J.A.B.
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Date: 5/25/2016 3:41:00 AM
Super stoked with your comments. My observations are very vivid, some things I cant ignore. If I do try to become ignorant to them, they haunt me within sleeping dreams. So when i put my thoughts to paper my being becomes less stressed and rewards me with the words that pour onto the paper. Quincy

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