Recite your name, memories it
Open yourself up to a name, trapped with it for the rest of your life
Love the name, don't hate it
Allow the name to become you, because it is you
Now, you've accepted this name to become you. Oops, too late, it's time to
Die.

Deep inside
I can feel it
pushing out
yearning to be free
free from me
it must burst out or die

Ah Alien!

If you take your time
and read.

This poem shall take you 6

6 minutes to read.

Not the face
I gotta look pretty for my funeral.

I am the Epitome of Chaos
Unpredictable
Indistinguishable
Incomprehensible
The swirling stew of matter and energy in a bowl of
Everchanging
Everbeing
Evernothing
Always there but not close enough
We can predict all, but the unorder, that which is
Chaos

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