The under study
The dreary mope

Bump on the log
Hair on the soap

Spoiling the world
Sarcastically screaming

Idly dreaming of
Dip-shits left reeling

And the time passes


And he forgets


Injustice

Truth
 
Life...




Loathing

Re-dedication

Retaliation for
A cause forgotten

Archaic in it's sweet
Blood soaked naiveties

One man can make a world
Out of indifference

If he's just willing
To shout loud enough


Action


Now chaos engulfs us
Now we recognize

Home. Hands. Smile.
Bruises. Heat.

Familiarity
Normalcy
Up And
Down

Here,
Now,
Us.

I?

We
Now
Know

Deadly,
A tigers
glazed eye.
When revelation
Throws its weight
Against proximity
It's Understood
What demons
Posses.

See, fear serving it's purpose.
See truth, before the fangs.

This is a truth in my world
I wish i could share it
more eloquently.

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