Chapter One--prelude

[death_of_mars]

The Futility of Reviving Disillusionment

The futility of blind faith in the black renaissance of human behavior.
O to render repetitious insanity,
The anecdote is the psychoses and the problematic dilemma.
Pure dimensional illusions.
Where disillusionment is rampant.
Where repercussions simply shake down back down to zero.
A meager splotch;
Our eager crotch.
So quickly to find love---we turn to sex
So quickly gratifying---its duration...a travesty among men.
Reprimands a tie-in to our own conscious.
Introspective reflections as a whole it takes its masochistic toll.
Religious epiphany's unremitting only to unnerve ourselves.
So quick to come.
Too long to stay.
Either way tides come and go...
Happiness on any spectrum.
For what knows death
Has nay breath.

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Taken, shaken---awakened in the mist of midnight only to hear sparrows
-To no unqualified idyllic is he preferable in any predicament
Than intuition.
To preen in preflight only to land again...
How to no disdain does the crow know he blends?
Content; but in a white room-panic--sheer panic...
How comforting is conformity?
To adjourn the questioning of rationality.
How humanistic.