Pastries of the mind
Float like hollow driftwood,
Indulging the self-serving bind
That makes us think we are good.
It's a feasting born from birth,
"Inter urinas et faeces nascimur,"
They say, "it's the greatest shame we all endure,"
And the ******** sure won't lure with a pure cure.
They expose the submerging life preservers,
The hero of our name: the one that flips the burgers,
Fights the herders; causes, calls, and solves the murders,
All the infiniyy I could ever build and to make Her's.
With a diaper full of bricks
We are given humanity's paradox,
For in the ethereal plane we fully exist
Until the ****** bricks turn us sick.
But it's not so black and white,
Nor is it so yellow and brown.
The human creature can be beautiful
And the mind made delusional.
If we can repress our mind to find meaning,
And we can open up the chakras we're feeling,
But the world is just Black Sludge creeping,
Then why trade Protection for the real thing?
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
Pastries of the mind
Float like hollow driftwood,
Indulging the self-serving bind
That makes us think we are good.
It's a feasting born from birth,
"Inter urinas et faeces nascimur,"
They say, "it's the greatest shame we all endure,"
And the ******** sure won't lure with a pure cure.
They expose the submerging life preservers,
The hero of our name: the one that flips the burgers,
Fights the herders; causes, calls, and solves the murders,
All the infiniyy I could ever build and to make Her's.
With a diaper full of bricks
We are given humanity's paradox,
For in the ethereal plane we fully exist
Until the ****** bricks turn us sick.
But it's not so black and white,
Nor is it so yellow and brown.
The human creature can be beautiful
And the mind made delusional.
If we can repress our mind to find meaning,
And we can open up the chakras we're feeling,
But the world is just Black Sludge creeping,
Then why trade Protection for the real thing?
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