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It is terrible It is beautiful It can make you empty It can make you full Gives you death Gives you birth Gives you nothing Gives you worth Its wonderful Its magic Its crazy Its tragic Fights war Makes peace Creates destruction Lets it cease It makes sense It makes none Its an irony It’s a pun Transcribes odysseys Writes tragedies Volumes of profits Hordes of calamities Makes you walk Makes you crawl Picks you up Lets you fall Its itself Its reverse It’s the same Its converse Wants you to surrender Wants you to fight Picks your battles Chooses your plight If you know You lead the race If you don’t Your in the same place Could be pigeon Could be a dove Could be hate But no its love
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Nov 12, 2010
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