LIke wow
So amazingly irritating
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....


Broken PathHeads pumping blood, viciously close to lockdown My path going down in flames Hope ignored, cursed forever Its all come, all gone Essence looked at with no purpose Not seeing, when lookingBroken Path
Trepidation hidden, false smiles, tears eclipsed Faithfulness replaced with animosity
Dawn burdened with darkness The sky dense, dense with false hope


NightShadows filled with connotation Definitions become unfathomable The light lost in translationNight
The hills hermetic to all We lose all providence A hymn of screams
A totem of terror Emulation lost in the feeling The life sucked out of the idyllic realm
But, do the trees not sway And breathe us new air And prosper on the force of life


When All Angles MeetJudgements are made, but who is to say what is final? Choices are made, but who is to say they are right? Things are extracted, but who is to say that its unimportant? Objects are given value, but who is to say what its worth? Money is made, but who is to say how wealth is defined? Humans need oxygen, but who is to say its most important? When all angles meet, is that the conclusion? Or is it just a bunch of words lost in the telling? We say things undoubtedly, but do we know the connotation? We spend the time given forth Looking for an answer to all this absurdityWhen All Angles Meet
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