simon
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pericing into nothingness,
those hallow membrane walls,
scream with a hoarse whisper
resonating calls.
the caverns of my heart
are pleaded for salvation
I have,therefore i can
play god with recreation.
sunburt days in summer daze and
cherry pies in window panes
as i breath,their stomaches heave-
justice is hallucination.
until i see
truth
i cannot be
content without temptation;
to stumble in the darkness of
this world (uncooth),
and awake from hibernation.
THe purpose of life:
No life has purpose;
Life has no purpose;
Know life has purpose;
it must be one of the three.
Unless the homonym
is wrong again
and pattern looks up to divinity.
Me-myself, I belive:
To belive.What is god but one who makes truth?
And through our own eyes;and ears;and mind;
that makes us our own gods too.
Creating war from ideas
and ideas from war
is busywork to keep us occupied;
every bullet shot is a minute gone
and in this way,life is lived.
Too scared to sit and
humble to ponder and
live a life of our own,
we keep in motion
like rats on a wheel
until our last day is done.
pericing into nothingness,
those hallow membrane walls,
scream with a hoarse whisper
resonating calls.
the caverns of my heart
are pleaded for salvation
I have,therefore i can
play god with recreation.
sunburt days in summer daze and
cherry pies in window panes
as i breath,their stomaches heave-
justice is hallucination.
until i see
truth
i cannot be
content without temptation;
to stumble in the darkness of
this world (uncooth),
and awake from hibernation.
THe purpose of life:
No life has purpose;
Life has no purpose;
Know life has purpose;
it must be one of the three.
Unless the homonym
is wrong again
and pattern looks up to divinity.
Me-myself, I belive:
To belive.What is god but one who makes truth?
And through our own eyes;and ears;and mind;
that makes us our own gods too.
Creating war from ideas
and ideas from war
is busywork to keep us occupied;
every bullet shot is a minute gone
and in this way,life is lived.
Too scared to sit and
humble to ponder and
live a life of our own,
we keep in motion
like rats on a wheel
until our last day is done.