talking of Michaelangelo.
Sunday, September 22, 2019
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morals // 9:08 am
never look down upon anybody
the overflowing acrimony can never be bottled back up
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
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// 8:49 pm
world weary, I lie atop a bed of imagination
Awry
Things have toppled, they are broken
Words are borrowed
(cracks of light)
void of meaning
ahead, nothing and nowhere
the ceiling caved in and no one was there
fortunately
Monday, September 16, 2019
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ode // 7:52 am
To suffering
To those who suffer, there are so many
(To those who sacrifice, there are so many)
a song of a world of liars of cheats of people with five other faces of people who pretend of people who are heroes or monsters and almost always both
Hear the harmony of the lies laid before you
Hear the harmony of the cries the moans the wails of hope (of hope?)
you hear but don't listen
you listen but don't change
Do you hear?
Oh, the people who teach children honesty are liars
Oh, the children become blissful liars
(breeders of sinners)
simple, hopeful liars
(we, the children running the world)
we sing this children's song
children caged by pride