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We Are Math

Electrons fulfill their wave equations
Bonding polarities shift their vectors
Giving way for kinase phosphorations
On a channel near neural connectors

Anions build within the cell's walls
So Potassium plays with its mates
Sheltered from large sodium rainfalls
By fat magnesium blocking the gates

A signal could pass and make it rain
From many parts throughout the brain
But most frequencies are duly spurned
Unless its what these neighbors learned

The right signal comes, but it's passed on stronger
For the potassium flees the rain a little longer
They push against the kinase's phosphate
To make their departure a tad more late

The vesicles blow from the rain saying go
Making sure the next neuron hears clear
Pushing hard to keep that thought's flow
So even the inhibited get their ass in gear

The kinase made the switch, because it wanted change
Cued by serotonin to increase the shout range
And why then did it decide to override inhibition?
The sight of new light gave the brain a mission

It's sad serotonin is so sparse in society
Because our missions get no cheer to be clear
The neurons just stay safe without variety
And duty always seems eclipsed by fear

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Laughing Stock

Jester keeps laughing
Stumbling through confused masses
No one gets the joke

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Two Roads of a Twisted Fate

I see two roads of a twisted fate
Lying before me like hell's gate
What sins have I done to be forced paths
To suffer such torments of opposing wraths
Down one lies pain in pouring rain
Trying in vain to cleanse the earth's stain
With no notion or idea it's not all in vain
The other lies sin and self gain
Demonic laughter clang with chain as nature rides its lane
With pleasures of flesh and blood flowing on a corrupting plane
So with disdain I pound my brain
As time keeps dripping from my vein
Is it the sins and lust that cover the crust
That I must make meeting before my head bust
Or must I refrain because it's truly insane
For what value can debauchery really contain
Why must I suffer and strain if I can't be vain
How humble can I feign to those who let life drain

I can't take this, it's just not fair
No one lends a hand or care
Not even when I help them
Does a seed of ardor stem

It hurts less and less... so strange
How much less til my thoughts derange

When will the falling water remove pride and fear
When will I see worth when those rainy skies clear
When will restraint and reverence leave
How can I dance with flesh if I must grieve

These paths, they are so twisted
Yet choosing one my mind's insisted
Do I swim upstream against the grain
Or reap the rewards of the slain

Do I fight, or all confide?
To unite, or to divide?

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Tick, Tick

Another movement, another minute Another hour, does this tick win yet? 
Keep holding off the moment As if a day of glory will come 
When fate shines down atonement 
And then you will be optimum 
Hypocrite thy name is human 
We're in the same boat of lies 
With humdrum holds and fickle crewman 
We sail stubbornly sans surprise 
Heave Ho! Heavy against the change we woe 
Don't mind the wake, it won't touch our fate 
Stroke! Row! Despite the winds blow 
Let's take stake that chaos hold its state 
You want life's meaning? Moving and reproduction 
You want a sign? Let it be me 
Want a purpose? Learn how you best function
What's the point? You'll just have to see

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Makers Upon Makers

On swings the pendulum after countless ticks and tocks 
Singing the glorious requiem for its dying brethren clocks 
It taps the world with waning tempo to preach evanescence 
Yet its past and streaming photons mark a boundless presence 

An image between ticks engraves where dust is in the wind 
Recording life's ebb, whether birth of son or loss of friend 
Rarely does their maker know the many ticks or tocks he's started 
Especially not those loathesome tocks that sent away departed
 
What of our designer who willed us many ticks ago 
Might he know the meager wisps of the souls he set aglow? 
How should the righteous consume for production of one's self 
To make their mass of matter get placed higher on lord's shelf? 

Maybe life isn't just some programmed stellar robot 
And infinite skies get dotted with cosmic rounds of buckshot 
Then we make our own demise or shining place of glory 
And the only truth that reality sets is our untold story 

It makes morals a reprimand of actions that hurt the whole 
And spoon-fed to children with threats of their eternal soul 
Maybe a priest is another maker, sated by ancestral tricks
Just as the lonely man who fills his silent halls with ticks

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Isolationism

Strangers sneak by my sidewalk air
Trying hard to dodge any stare
Rolling their bubble around mine
Keeping distance by breaking line

So sad is this solitude, but to say so is rude
To let them know you're not a number is crude
Yes, any emotion shown strips us full blown nude
And to talk with any interest is only to intrude

Two pass by holding hands with smiles worn
Yet the expressions seem so forlorn
I don't quite get their reasoning; I hate but love it
Their blissfully ignorant joy revolts, yet makes me covet

They keep perfectly prepared yet still scared
Like the shame game they play is their master
Everything shared is a trap ensnared
So instant gratification comes faster

I want to be equal, but the more I find the less I like
I can't give respect or dominion to a lie-laden Reich
It is right to fight, for I want people to show their light
I wish this game of "don't know, don't care" would leave my sight

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Stageplay

More drama drifts as the curtain lifts 
Centering some stigma away from enigma 
Gold shines within obscurity the mind sifts 
And we digest the donation of driving dogma 

We could form our own opinion 
But learning levees our dominion 
We're already perfect, no need to voice 
All the world wants is our choice 

So let others roar what we are looking for 
The decision's retrieval should stay primeval 
Don't try to explore how they're taking the floor
Choose the lesser of evil in propaganda's upheaval

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Mia

Big-headed buddhist bears more books' brunt
Surreptitiously seeking souls that don't stunt 
His hellacious hang-up for his head 
Despite the data douses his dreams in dread
 
Might this mysterious man meet some mark? 
Maybe he'll muster more masses for the mission 
Dollars to doughnuts, he'll dig deep into the dark 
So the struggle sorta surmounts another's sedition 

Wait, what if he withholds his wearily-wrought wisdom
Lest logical lives likewise lumber the lugubrious labrum? 
Would such a worry will a wanderer within his ways 
Or does this doleful digger's digest die out as he decays?

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There's No Point

Everyone dances the same old story
Battling perdition to seek glory
Another entrant, another name
Replaces a lost piece from the game

Chaos is sorted to the beat of learned rules
With perfection needing more time from fools
We spread our genes or anchor choice memes
Randomly wandering within limits like machines

Any magic is ignorance or well-spun lies
Guiding the plethora of emerald eyes
While freaks without the binds of greed's fetter
Randomly play because they don't know any better

So whether you mine coal or have no goal
Don't waste your time analyzing your soul
There is no standard within relativity
There is only chaos, order, and infinity

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The Carne

Take a vile trip, so inhibitions slip
Let glass tip for a sanguine sip
When selfish gain is like cocaine
The world's an insane, twisted plane

Our lives are lies spent for blue skies
We feel torment from each surprise
No matter what our minds stay shut
It's all easy if life's a rut

Another breeds, another dies
Another seeds what could be wise
The world of noise silences the free
Hiding away whom we could envy

Red is running from wall to wall  
Man still disbelieves he could fall
Why must we all impede and stall
At this massive masquerade ball?

You can join with the rare who quit
And clean up the mess a little bit  
But the dancing floor holds much more
And entrants build your endless chore

So grab a drink to help you think
While madness teeters on the brink
We have strong rules to stay such fools
Despite the blood at our ankles pools

You aren't to blame for the world we know
It's not our fault change comes slow
So sit still, swallow another pill  
Hope for high ceilings in the ball we fill