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we are clumps of chaos
born to waste away
back into what made us
at the end of our stay
our brief coalescence
sentience we say
would be no less meaningless
without the words to describe it that way
we think we are so special
we are but motes of dust suspended on shafts of sunlight
until the dark
please understand
that you reap what you sow with me
im way beyond right or wrong
at this point in proceedings
nothing you say now can change how
our end is beginning
it started way farther back
than youre comprehending
that this is the first that youve heard
is your singular failing
you would have been well prepared
had you been concentrating
its been sixteen years
since i came to my senses
and ive shown you every single day
**** the consequences
make me the bad guy at your peril
if youre going to send
three pigs to my door
ill huff and ill puff
then ill blow the ***** up
your duty of care
doesnt work any more
it will get us all killed
in a cloud of brick dust
you make me
a self fulfilling prophecy
so well played
you'd hand his ****
to machiavelli
what you don't see
is all you'll lose
to claim your bounty
what you taught me
is that you have to die
for my life to have had meaning
Holy See holy do
so full of holes
youre wholly see through
you speak of evil
hear in evil
see no evil
do you?
look inside you
youll find who
your guidebook describes as
the beast of revelation
one for the christ mess
if there is glamour
in being anti it
you enamour it
so you make it so
your cause needs to be effective
so you affect it
keep the kudos coming
take your percentage
make the next gig
bigger than the one before
nothing less than
armageddon wins it
sell another ticket
on with the show
you perpetuate what you crave
they were once amateurs
living life for the joy
doing the things the professionals forget
once theyre employed
now they spend their time allocated
filling weekends with toys
trying to remember the feelings they had
when they were happy little girls and boys
whats lost is the wonder
once gone its destroyed
they can never recapture
that unfettered rapture
of knowing your time is yours
until one day theyre sat there
wrapped up in their own little world
wondering what happened
how they made their whole life work
start to look for whats lacking
now they can afford what they think they deserve
turns out all they were after
was to laugh like they didnt have a care in the world
rich in their poverty
Spending your money trying to buy the time you miss making it  makes no sense to me
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