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The moon hangs over the earth,
a dull glow.
The cigarette butt
of god.
It is cold here.
Life is a shallow embrace.
A hug...
from a used car dealer.
Humans no longer exist,
too cold.
We are now machines.
Serial numbers
on the burned out screen of existence.
Jesus is a rock star.
Love is gone...
replaced by chocolates
on Valentine's day.
$3.99,
Can I get in your pants?
Tomorrow and today
are twisted together.
Heaven and hell
occupy earth as one.
A yin yang is formed
half moon/
half sun.
We crucify knowledge
and learn from TV.
Everything is a drama.
Everyone is insane.
Suffer though,
I must....
through this twisted game!
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