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I put so much effort into random places, so much effort into random faces face it im faceless placeless drifting shifting thoughts towards destiny feeling empty, wondering whats left in me...? messages esoteric terrorize my rhetoric pedestrians staring glaring gazin gotta get a second look shook layers shed, fall from those ancient snakes left for dead suffocated, stranded damaged god ****** this sunless planet is madness immobilized try to find sense in a broke world what are hands without manipulation? and in life? death is a stipulation a fools gold is never within grasp so clasp delusions Grandiose with a toast to sham pain and champagne emptied grails course through mans veins oh to see what mirrors saw would reflections appear at all? peer into the endless ego see nothing but self libido we are all weary travelers, existences' eternal passengers remove masks, flasks, end the charade let serpents slither, and sun bath away from the shade embrace the end of nights push away the start of days just keep in mind which way             the pendulum sways
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
ancient snakes (masquerade)
I put so much effort into random places, so much effort into random faces face it im faceless placeless drifting shifting thoughts towards destiny feeling empty, wondering whats left in me...? messages esoteric terrorize my rhetoric pedestrians staring glaring gazin gotta get a second look shook layers shed, fall from those ancient snakes left for dead suffocated, stranded damaged god ****** this sunless planet is madness immobilized try to find sense in a broke world what are hands without manipulation? and in life? death is a stipulation a fools gold is never within grasp so clasp delusions Grandiose with a toast to sham pain and champagne emptied grails course through mans veins oh to see what mirrors saw would reflections appear at all? peer into the endless ego see nothing but self libido we are all weary travelers, existences' eternal passengers remove masks, flasks, end the charade let serpents slither, and sun bath away from the shade embrace the end of nights push away the start of days just keep in mind which way             the pendulum sways
#life#death#snake#balance#perspective#mirror#destiny#manipulation#shifting#ancient
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trevor-stuart
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
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