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A Poem by Apparition

What's the purpose of this circus
I've been hurting feeling nervous
Since I realized the surface
has been pirated by serpents
Is this a legitimate version
Or a convergence in a sermon
Wasps are smawrmin on my head
And all the rebels are conforming
I don't want to be a normal human being
never seeing, consuming and eating
every bit of something
Until everything is nothing
Does it get better, or is never
Ever going to pull me like a lever
I could be clever in this endeavor
But what am I fighting to achieve
How can I believe
If I don't know a thing
And you don't know a thing
Then aren't we just floating in a sea
Of energy, so why are thoughts relentlessley
Tellin me to quell my breathing
Is this a trick of devilry, I need some brevity
To levee my thoughts, I need a penny
So that I can buy a wish, I don't think life's a b***h
I just think that I'm deficient in what it takes to live it
efficient, I'm not a robot, and I do not get the picture
That they're painting, its all tainted and jaded
Hateful and fading to even more distasteful everyday
I'm waiting for the day, that they blow us all away
And complete their elitist manifesto
Come up to the surface like cockroaches
When the radiation fades
This alienation that I'm creating
Worth debating, but I haven't found the patience
Contemplating my existence
I couldn't fix this in the basement
But upstairs is full of barely living agents
Of my imagination, crazy, I've managed to tame it
Many don't know that cradling
Inner rage and I'm barely able to subdue it
until I spew it on the page
I try to act positive, think positive, talk positive
But on the inside, it's the opposite
You won't find me talking s**t
Because this alpha male, macho sale safe plan
Is a buncha ugly cockiness
And it runs this world, and it funds this world
Some days I just wan a be done with this world
But for some reason, I brought a son into this world
So I can't do it, I don't think I could do it
What the heck am I doing
Bringing life into these ruins
Why are there humans
What purpose could we possibly serve
Nature lives harmonically
While we destroy it sardonically
Honestly, I doubt we can sustain it
It's not aimless, but the current situation is erroneous
and shameless, and I don't even know if we can hone what we've been shone
These phony evil clones will probably blow it all to stones
All these intruders from mars, saturn and jupiter
are duping ya, got nuclear coolers to chill their nuclear heaters
To heat their nuclear reactors, we're all living in fear factor
Except they don't tell you the ingredients
So drink your' beer with laughter, and eat you're deep fried rapture
There's no prize, you just die, and then you leave this b***h
I'm just perceiving this, I'm just a jumbled webb of thought
Spilling out of a pot of beating fists
Am I conceiving of this bullshit pit, fits of sickness
And relig-ulous bishops dressing like wizards
Can i get a witness, 
 

© 2014 Apparition


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Added on November 12, 2014
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Apparition
Apparition

five thousand two hundred and eighty away from waves



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