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Autumn's roses are brown.
Broken, yellowing, crispy
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Assassin assassin,
assinine as sass in line,
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There is a rusted machine in the floral rubble.
There is a dislodged gear in the human machine.
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Behold,
a savage passion,
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I am finished talking to myself.
WHO ELSE IS THERE, BUT YOURSELF?
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The pretty little things
with their little wings
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Bloated, rotting corpse.
I could not eat you, but thank
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A Buddhist Heart For Tears
is a beautiful living death...
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Perfect love.
Perfect hurt.
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It's hard to pull heart free, though, for
the darkness carries me.
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Out of the depths I rise to conquer. / Out of the flesh I climb to consume. / Out of my self I crawl, contorted. / Out of Hell I come to subdue you. / In this place there exists no hope. 
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As the art is a part of the artist, / all are a part of God. / As the art starts to reflect the artist, / the art becomes more of the artist, God. / God is God by God's will, / and all are all by God's will.
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Born only human, you can be something greater
than corporate religion funder and social manipulator.
The mightiest is right and fear keep
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I am the stars, and the sand. / You are my perfection. / I am immortal man. / You are the perfect woman. / I am infinite complexity. / You are the personification of love. / I am God, and sky. / Y
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You are The Face
Reflecting The Door
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You wouldn't believe
the things we do.
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Is the whore in all of us?
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A sea of thought, my plaything is silence.
Abundance reveals us disrobing in gardens.
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DOWN-siz-ER / PLAYS on rePEAT. / It SWEEPS me aWAY / to a DIFFerent PLACE / in a DIFFerent TIME / WITH a DIFF-erent HIS-tor-Y / / MUS-Ty s
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Shall I Make Ignorance A Networking
Tool, Ranting At Ignorami To Straighten
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Because you are ignoring me, then everyone shall see
the lack of intelligent reply than I have given thee.
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Adamant and ample are among an armies accounts
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I have travelled quite the distances to see my own reflection,
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Death is a dancing thought up by a romantic
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IT begins again. How shall I control it? It personifies beauty, and
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I am a lonely
sparrow, incarcerated
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If the Christ were born today,
he'd disregard everything his followers'd say.
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Jesus drove Jean-Paul
out of the temple,
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In the longest of moments,
I hold back
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it's as if your words
are beauty
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