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As awareness rescinds, (pulls back like the tide) The screaming grows louder. (Attention seeker, like a child). As feet are lifted (atop hardwood over concrete over bones) Further from the earth we grow (And feel.) How can you hear them? Them, the beasts that protect life, over All the static ringing electric currents Flashing lights ? Still, the water trickles. (your Sun, still will he rise) Whily heavy eyelids divert eyes. Tantrum habits cry dry tears (those who've not been shaken to their core), Beg for excess shave down years (this is not what it's all for) Harvest season for the poor Reaps more than plenty score for score. Comfort now lies in divisions, don't cross my line! Come, clean my floor! Up-nose scoffs toward open doors (You're still welcome forevermore Earth is not sorry for Her mess. You should   Be sorry for all of yours). And the world The world, it spins.
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC
The Disassociation from She Who Grew You
As awareness rescinds, (pulls back like the tide) The screaming grows louder. (Attention seeker, like a child). As feet are lifted (atop hardwood over concrete over bones) Further from the earth we grow (And feel.) How can you hear them? Them, the beasts that protect life, over All the static ringing electric currents Flashing lights ? Still, the water trickles. (your Sun, still will he rise) Whily heavy eyelids divert eyes. Tantrum habits cry dry tears (those who've not been shaken to their core), Beg for excess shave down years (this is not what it's all for) Harvest season for the poor Reaps more than plenty score for score. Comfort now lies in divisions, don't cross my line! Come, clean my floor! Up-nose scoffs toward open doors (You're still welcome forevermore Earth is not sorry for Her mess. You should   Be sorry for all of yours). And the world The world, it spins.
Tonight's tag team match: Modern Society and Materialism VS. Universal Love and Mother Earth! Who will come crumbling to destruction first? Tune in at 8pm Eastern this Doomsday to find out.
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC
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