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[mechhunter0]

the rythm of life,
so succinct
is like the everpresent stuggle
of the undominated
prisoners
who hold themselves
to higher judgementa
then the androids
that they serve
while all the beautiful people
trek to higher hells
and all we can do
is pass our condolences
onwards to the wind.
with widespread
panic
that engulfs us
and the media
dogs
that serve the corporate
demons.
while pain and love
and hurt and joy
all perpetuated
by the magnitude
of broken bones
and shattered dreams
that pave
memory lane
and i laugh at you
who thought
that life was a game
who thought they had
what it took
to win the day
but you didnt
and neither do i
but i didnt waste my energy
it wasnt required
that you shed your
blood
on the rocks.
you are dedicated
to something
that no one
has ever given
a shit about
and yet you love.
oh sweet love
the greatest lie
the hardest blow
the softest kiss
and most murderous poison
mocking is the lover
whos only
passing fancy
is your sweet
ass
the amusment
of the pleasures
of the flesh
drive our so called
world
farther down the spirals
into the darkness
i call
me