since before I was born I can remember time picking me up and carrying me along in its embrace it held me close never letting me down never stopping along the way sometimes speeding up sometimes slowing down freezing in slow motion moments it has never let me down running on through these presents here Passing here past time's arrow only moving in one direction no instant replays no do overs leaving traces of memories some false some recovered some discovered left with the traces of remorse and guilt in pain to tend along our way
time my sweetest friend and enemy
of endings I have always thought a lot these days these ways these happy unhappy joyful passing passing moments with you I held on tight to your impartial embrace knowing full well one day on the ground you will lay me down

Till dead

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Our ***** demonic love !

Please !

Bleed

And be gone !

Why stop at near death !

Bleed and be gone

In homage to the SHEEPLE

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So

If cutting yourself is an act is symbolic love

( in fake imitation of Christ )

We must conclude that going into

A school and shooting it up

Would be to create an image of

UNIVERSAL LOVE !

( all the souls !

With their lights going out ! )

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BUT

LIKE THE ******* LOVE OF THE ******* POETS

it is only glorified helplessness merging into

The safety of sterilized stupidity

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HELLO POETRY !

brought to shame

By

Demonic cowards and their minions !