This is the publicity of reputation
Masses clinging to a vacant infatuation
The content conspires with a devious deception
As the catalyst to this god-like apparition
Illuminated humanity cast into perfection
Swiftly ascending towards a fixated reception
Is that profundity pouring from quotation?
Or just a rhythmic scheme lacking inquisitions?
'' He's the one, who likes all our pretty songs....But he knows not what it means.'' - Nirvana, In Bloom
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 6:26 PM UTC
This is the publicity of reputation
Masses clinging to a vacant infatuation
The content conspires with a devious deception
As the catalyst to this god-like apparition
Illuminated humanity cast into perfection
Swiftly ascending towards a fixated reception
Is that profundity pouring from quotation?
Or just a rhythmic scheme lacking inquisitions?
'' He's the one, who likes all our pretty songs....But he knows not what it means.'' - Nirvana, In Bloom
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