The WillA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
break the will to slumber
inject the will of you over the will of that the will of the collective and the will of tradition continues, carries on despite the will of slumber and what the will of you wants this calculus of the moment is soon replaced by the calculus of the next moment, which is replaced by the calculus of the next moment at one moment, the Riverside neighborhood was composed, stoic and boring and in the next moment, houses burned and people died due to an airplane crash what was algebraic went transcendental without forewarning the will of the slumber broken by the will of whatever to spur the will to serve into action and so the world becomes a better place for the short term the width of an atom in terms of geology and yet for the short span we've thrived, we still exhibit the will to power for better or for worse no matter the filler entered into the boilerplate, there is always a will to whatever the universe has a will to indifference inversely proportional to our will to persevere and we thrive on that will and we strive on that will no matter if the continent tears itself apart no matter if the seas have radiation poisoning the will carries itself wherever it shall, however it shall the will shall cause and the will shall effect undirected or directed, it simply matters not the will does at it will
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Added on February 28, 2017 Last Updated on February 28, 2017 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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