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And the whims of the undermind impart a law; Governance rigid, and in restless complacence We remain in knowing, but wanting more; A release from our own makeup. And the bloodiest wars we wage on our own; Casualties amassed to lost peace of mind. Or perhaps we desert our timeless fight And escape to the places that may subdue Our ego-rattled bind. Ne'er dormant shall lie the critical mind, of The fights it must have to survive. For surely to not fight must mean to die And settle into a life refined. We look out onto masses who've lived and left The breathing to remain unkind, And such comfort we find in the age-old lie That we depart in peace of mind. For who could persist to combat the Inconsistencies that lay in this mirror of mine, Knowing that we will never achieve a whole end; Tied neatly in elegant twine.
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Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 3:33 AM UTC
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And the whims of the undermind impart a law; Governance rigid, and in restless complacence We remain in knowing, but wanting more; A release from our own makeup. And the bloodiest wars we wage on our own; Casualties amassed to lost peace of mind. Or perhaps we desert our timeless fight And escape to the places that may subdue Our ego-rattled bind. Ne'er dormant shall lie the critical mind, of The fights it must have to survive. For surely to not fight must mean to die And settle into a life refined. We look out onto masses who've lived and left The breathing to remain unkind, And such comfort we find in the age-old lie That we depart in peace of mind. For who could persist to combat the Inconsistencies that lay in this mirror of mine, Knowing that we will never achieve a whole end; Tied neatly in elegant twine.
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Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 3:33 AM UTC
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