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Sep 2021
Alchemist, the architect of my sorrows
The only time life matters is in the autopsy
Black Dahlia
Always proclaim, "these are the best year of your life"
Yeah?
I cannot overcome strife.
The behemoth hasn't been beheaded
By day, hollow.
By night, I wallow.
If life is a pursuit of pleasure
Why have the other emotions?
Comotion, message received
Never took an oath, my mind is broken
Cradle of filth
I'd reach for the bleach
But then I'd be sterile, a mannequin with no thrill
Fighting the "negative" feelings
If only such a concept truly existed
Right, wrong, moral, immoral
Words to distract us
From the ones putting poison on the map
Discount rap, these writings are crap
I could spend all day rhyming, to try and sound smart
But I'll leave you with this:
The anthem of humanity
Should be called "Glass Sympathy"
Written by
Chandy  22/M/U.S
(22/M/U.S)   
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       old poet MK, Ken Pepiton and Melanii
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