No eleven elevens will solve your wars
No messages sent will send you more
Than a vague soft lesson that lessens the blow
Of life, of truth they claim they know
I gripped this fact; the digits deceit
No matter the many that trip my feet
I hold the truth, this notion's lie
No number saves you as you die
These five five fives just taunt my trek
As those divine dine on my wreck
Then tilt, look down- like I'm to blame
And not their number's nulling aim
With rows that match, that promise fate
With tripled twos, and twinning traits
These prophets preach with mute demanding
Yet then shame me for misunderstanding
I hate these numbers and their lies
Their hollow hope, their gracious guise
Once a fool, I followed blind
Nodded numbly as they signed
I've since learned to never fawn
For feathery and flippant cons
Their ambiguity wants praise
But blindly begging never pays
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 3:19 PM UTC
No eleven elevens will solve your wars
No messages sent will send you more
Than a vague soft lesson that lessens the blow
Of life, of truth they claim they know
I gripped this fact; the digits deceit
No matter the many that trip my feet
I hold the truth, this notion's lie
No number saves you as you die
These five five fives just taunt my trek
As those divine dine on my wreck
Then tilt, look down- like I'm to blame
And not their number's nulling aim
With rows that match, that promise fate
With tripled twos, and twinning traits
These prophets preach with mute demanding
Yet then shame me for misunderstanding
I hate these numbers and their lies
Their hollow hope, their gracious guise
Once a fool, I followed blind
Nodded numbly as they signed
I've since learned to never fawn
For feathery and flippant cons
Their ambiguity wants praise
But blindly begging never pays
I used to like seeing angel numbers, but now they just make me confused
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