To relive is eviler

The livliness of the slaughtered learned,
furnished,
for what i was taught,

many a night have i pondered distraught,
for the illusion of evolutionis at hand,

candid,
scented with a queer aroma,
the aroma of one voice of,
hypocritical rightousness.
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Way it is

Thoughts and actions,
parables for the future,
the clay that is shaped,
by the hands of fate,
the way it is,
is,
because of the way it was,
but if the way it was never existed,
would it be the way it is?
this is like asking if blood didn't exist,
would we still bleed?
if life didn't exist,
would we still live?
no one knew what blood was until we bled it,
no one knew what life was until we lived it,
no one knew the way it was,
until they saw the way it is,
we make it the way it is,
because we made it the way it was.
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the moon is bright,
with the color of the anti-light,
fragmented to the eyes
divine sight of ur plight......
enthralled by the night sky,
as i hide the scar so high,
my sight goes numb,
while my thought is open wide,....

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FOR MY ANGEL
smiles dont grow on bushes,
but flowers do,
which are the white roses,
that i will always give to you