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Break - Sec 3
Bourgeoisie - Sec 3
Behind - Sec 3
Beyond the Veil - Sec 3
-B-ook of The End - Sec 4/Conclusion
There's a break before the plunge
A sort of washing off of sin
I think it has to do
With knowing that
This is it.
I won't make it out alive
What I've known
Is all I will ever know.
Like any stone
To be remade
Although eternity does not frighten me
I am still scared for the others
Whose tears will mark my passage
To another place that they
Will ultimately join.
Perhaps such dark muses
Are but a method of coping
To calm my spirit as I fade away.
The purpose of consumerism
Is to devour those who are smaller.
All the gold watches
And decor's of mountainous mansions
Are just the pets
Of an ideal
Like so much else in the world.
And civilization is but
A means to compete
With one another
In a more convoluted measure.
Withholding basic need is an everyday affair
We make love to it for profit
Without a thought to the contrary.
Our stagnation is coming
And with it
The feeling of hunger.
Something to get
a lustful thought
a denim's grudge
Lose it all if you fall into it
kick it when it's down
We all need to realize a leader
is just someone who has yet to be shaken by it
Truthfully it isn't so bad
We just put labels on everything.
Beyond the Veil
Like to mix
You smell touch
And your limbs
Refuse to bend properly
Instead choosing to disembark your body
To float away on their own dreams
This mauve sensation is too removed
To be found familiar
Time is simply a hurdle to be jumped over,
And once done
You are paid the dividends
One would expect;
Others swim through the mist
For their own answers to who they are
And where they came from
It is always the same:
There is no memory here.
Beyond the veil
You are left to your own desires
It is where all questions remain unanswered and curious
-B-ook of The End
I once grew a stench to see what the seeds looked like
I feared the end of my hobby seeking activities
When a woman of no minor importance
Deemed me worthy to read a particular
Of no particular
Which depicted a
About the reasoning of all mankind.
We harbored a sickness that had no cure
And that in its reality
Circular thought was simply the norm.
Chickens and eggs were revered for their
And the labor of a thousand men
Only produced two thousand more of them.
While I at once wished
For such a simple existence
The woman saw the glint
Of my eye and took it back
Before I had a chance to read the last few pages
Was a tale of caution to any would-be reader,
Though I have no way of knowing.