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Identity resolved, blue ribbons taut- I am speech, a verb, a praise, a participial phrase- There are many battles yet to be fought, but with respite and awareness of everything throughout, and to know one's self is to know the world- Action vernacular, I use words like disappear to identify- Find one's self in all mundane, rain and flame and claimless blame, I am the Earth- Words like crush and blight, For philistines and charlatans, I preach intrepidly- A zeal- Belief is as an ageless hearth, smelting swords for smiting fear, for pain and trepidation to disappear. Reborn red-horned, and one dozen eyes can see I'm a word, a noun, a **** a key, and All alive is a mirror, It is dangerous to utter truths when lies are all the rage, But I reflect the truth- Every creature, refined or uncouth, is a form of life, a light of myself. To forget is just as whimsical as a simple turn of phrase, all I can advise, is to simply turn the page- Normalcy and tact are artificial- At base, one's merit is no longer superficial, but to assert this fact- This is the greatest battle of all.
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Apr 5, 2010
Apr 5, 2010 at 8:04 PM UTC
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Identity resolved, blue ribbons taut- I am speech, a verb, a praise, a participial phrase- There are many battles yet to be fought, but with respite and awareness of everything throughout, and to know one's self is to know the world- Action vernacular, I use words like disappear to identify- Find one's self in all mundane, rain and flame and claimless blame, I am the Earth- Words like crush and blight, For philistines and charlatans, I preach intrepidly- A zeal- Belief is as an ageless hearth, smelting swords for smiting fear, for pain and trepidation to disappear. Reborn red-horned, and one dozen eyes can see I'm a word, a noun, a **** a key, and All alive is a mirror, It is dangerous to utter truths when lies are all the rage, But I reflect the truth- Every creature, refined or uncouth, is a form of life, a light of myself. To forget is just as whimsical as a simple turn of phrase, all I can advise, is to simply turn the page- Normalcy and tact are artificial- At base, one's merit is no longer superficial, but to assert this fact- This is the greatest battle of all.
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Apr 5, 2010
Apr 5, 2010 at 8:04 PM UTC
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