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You hold the hooked whip of critiqueAnd crown yourself an authority peopleExpect you to be.Maybe eventually peopleWill be free of you and your so call..
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Chains dragging feet onwardToward inevitable fate, spinningLegitimacy out of false answerers,Never coming to find peace, or worseNever having seeked i..
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Flaming swords,Blazingly cold desertsTemptation creeping in fromBoth the bleeding tip of my blade andShifting speckles of sand.To stretch out my betra..
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I’ve been having dreams.Not those bizarre ones whichStrike false. One of those whereA girl, her eyes like the stars,Glares deep into my soul,Fin..
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Fractured thoughts trying to find vision.
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Was thinking of someone, wanted to capture it
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I heard a song and felt inspired to write what came to me.
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Read something and was inspired to create a poem about what I was thinking.
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I made this being inspired by a song I heard about a character I remember from somewhere, but can't remember where from.
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Oh, how moralityIs alien to humanity.Religion dead as weFollow it, striving.Now dying,As we live in it.The future crumblingAs we drag it intoThe prese..
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