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Feb 2016
I've felt the Earth crumble in my arms
Words slip from my mind
The life of a paradigm
There's such an infinite array 
It's meaningless to choose one
And those choices on their own
Are as meaningless as numbers
But if we put them together
They start to form something real
We have to take life one day at a time
If we don't, it starts to cluster
We get weeks in a day
Months in a week
Years in a season
The life we had once, slowly
Withers and becomes a lesson learned
Rather than an experience
It's a bad dream
Rather than a memory
We gasp for our final breath
Wishing we could have a little more time
Rather than tell the world it's time to go
Knowing we did everything
We were supposed to do
The way we knew
We were supposed to do it
But it's something 
We've got to deal with
Something we have to see
It feels like the only point
Of life is the means to an end
When that end nears
You want no complaints
Death has no ears to hear them
Nor a mouth to respond
A universe is created, or born
Every time a love dies
And one is destroyed
When a love lasts to face death
With none before or after
Thus, you have too many universes 
As humans, we have a need
A desire, a hunger, a craving
For this powerful love
Too many let it pass away
Too many suffer because of that
Cuts and bruises don't measure
To loss and sadness
Nerve and negligence
Serve a king of dangling bodies

And what substance is there?
What reason do you have
To be truly grateful?
Nothing at all, except,
That the situation is not equal
You don't always get a bad roll of the dice
Even when it turns up snake eyes. 
And whatever happens, happens,
Truly,
And i know it to be true

As i've experienced death
Life is, itself, 
The never-ending cycle of hatred
And it's up to us to end it
The path to this execution
Has always been somewhat
Generally specific
Love one another
Differences, cast them aside
We are different, inherently

So let that go, and let that be
Love one another
And let our souls be free
Leave the grass green
And the oceans blue
It's ok, i know someday
I'm going to be with you
All of you, my fellow beings
We'll come through
We'll make it to our own

Eden
Elexer
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Elexer  TN
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