We thickin the worlds words,
with pretetious theories about nothing.
Sumblime thoughts whirl,
in minds of chaos.
Divine questions,
are followed by sinful answers.
They define us as people,
and balance our social order.
Lack lust images,
litter our hopes and dreams.
We fight the darker side,
of the lives we live each day.
Lies about us,
told to those we love and hate.
Not by another,
but from our own lips.
All of this,
is not for us.
It is for,
acception.


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