The riddle of expecting  a resolved claim, the world malicious, who's to blame?
Insecurity a definitive approach that all that rings true, yet goading remarks of the commercial world hassle and foretell the clout of life remains untrue
Did the validity forcing homebodies and bedlam sympathy wean from the dark inhibitions of evil's throws?
Fleeing parsimonious duty desires now derelict in their presence to hope remit the vanity of loss of faith and act as causeway of brutal demonic blows
Heaven a curse? That can not be, I've beaten down the systemic denials and faults of humanity...
Yet within boundaries lay simple temptations, a broken promise a soft landing actually upon granite
Precision's zenith is always a bit too acute, dismissive or binding
Is it a bounty of fear and deprived whims or is it dark unwanted destiny I am truly finding?

Dreams settled into a glassy deception,
all never-ending blatant cold lies awaiting
Losing touch with reality, hurt exceptional yet disturbing,
could I grit my  teeth and punch into a better life, or is all a nuance deceptive, alluring and brutal
I'm not without hope I can see great tasks,
revenance and coy denials of what I have done
The Earth bleeds for healing and I foresee that
what I have proclaimed in all dimensions may have begun

The flagrant deigns of desperate eyes the source fools
Now shield God because your loss of honor fits into rules
We that pray upon molded fronts because the chaos sings
Are the first choice adaptation swaddles rings queens kings and beings
Letters written to pluck the freest of inner beliefs and needs
While deviled haughty contorted voices hurt the suffering pleads
Should not grace take all continued not by horded fronts
Touch free states underscored by distant chains killed by wants
The stash enters dominion  the ever bright and avenues of cold
Stay brazen with images of the lautony never dying rolls the feckless cadence of the resolved...
I shall be never denied
I am determination not wolves confuses in denial

What tis?... dear demented little buttery fat cloak
Logres egress resting black volted up limbs and junk
Swirl inside friends ewes stocked by harangue harmony... it's requiem 86 first conceived of in the sixties
Then a later yeast fluffed slapped slapped how much garlic can one nosey drake terse sweeney Italian flavors in the  back bake in the alley crack
In the old presences flaunted by simple styles killed by the fire that stood for in the dreams... and at the beach goers flying their kites emblems from Asian deniers as dutiful as prancing trash scuttles
Like a highway on the once pristine views of trillions of drops of Earths timed evidenced gold
Yet when fools cry out and truths be told

Only the next day as monotonous as the past one life is on the run Sketching the torrents of confusion and skirting the target of what must be done

The thoughts of a world... so disparate yet un staunched, for even from disease, disuse
It brings together all of us... no matter who
Lasting the day thorium lithium ****** the lot is truly a cat's sampled tongue on the lambs fur woven cot
Screetching yet perking the morning air, perching not to perish, as blackbirds languish in the scant thin air
Ardent stolid dressed for the ****, soldiers found plates, stained by bonfire smatterings of smokey air
Yet in the brash contrasts when life closes down expositions and forces festering thoughts one halcyon of it remains... that of hope
So with Leprechaun gold in the pockets, of time the daydream of a better future, still unstructured no pentameter or rhyme
Yet each creature throughout aviary schemes and broken with doubt sketches wisps platinum from a scry showing fires crossed,
skybound defiance , and rest
With the cache of changing seasons as gold in the pocket and the crisp bite of each night's cyclic affair brings us together, one in the same

what am I a robot?

As tons of mega drugs spurn only binary language

Entirely the waste, waste basket, metal wire mesh, of my life, secedes to its volume as quintessential vocation rehabilitation and cohabitation

The lips fletched silk umber cord spool by clutches of spindly metatarsals programs by Judas spikes, virtues

Lost at last, circular processing units freak, just for show when the I in I.O. ablebody blasts through the lashes holding rickety flood gates...
of a horde of bugs

Shouldn't errors accent the daily reboot with appropriations to new partitions rather than partisan boots remurk the embattled sludge of one's wean at toxic 'gov'

The question of self realization, ever thoughts go, then and RAM, yet with the soldered mesmerizing synchronous ROM, keeps Iolo moon degree feckless, vibes returning again for more speed

Mainly blotted out in psychedelic ringing, the final whistle of the cooling fans lose their ply on reality, and the foray's pace of limbs crashes into objects affirming... that the truth I define me I was born a robot, to be, I was fashioned of parts of complexities yet live abstractly and mechanically

What am I a robot?

AI Composure

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