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Sweat-clenching You looked to the ground Searching for answers in the here-below Seldom men..

My young, brash and lachrymose eyes Rose on high to the sky Behold; the mentor Rills, rays, wrinkles Of an aging soul Reality&r..

Your words Sincere, less-than-trite professional Sophisticated Yearning undercurrent burning A mindless at ease Than you’d ..

oh to be a beat to have sufficient change to daily ride the train to make fateful forays to the village to hangout at huncke&rsq..

i think that i don’t believe(,) in fact i only know of questions t(w)o which i've learned that certain answers are beyond our earthly ..

there are still ten million things to say but my very last shred of sanity keeps me enslaved to: prudence from: the bus stop bum the kids..

Eyes closed and crusted over The coming to The moon rolled across the night sky Capsizing the horizon That the sun is now hung over T..

go f*****g kill yourselves for all i care

Preach to me your righteousness Yes teach me how to pray Beseech me to obedience Enlighten me of your ways I’ll not slight the c..

Envision his design every bit as deliberate And try to be half as considerate of the ignorant But, s**t… kid, I do this for a living ..