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It’s simplicity Its cradle and skill Evil in bed Disturbs your conscience Born worthless No miracle there In delightful fast Storm holds its vine Selling naught Desiring naught Its words      Sounds Its actions         Gestures The beast fears naught Unknowingly knowing Swollen senses Glorious aliment For a crooked tree Its breast bends Its hands bends Insults are loves Wars and artifacts Antechamber of death And says naught Not one will remain       Responds Not one will prevail       Responds Your dust will be eaten By democratic worms Of all brothers Despised by all Beasts fears naught Nor life nor death Who says? Who comes? Who goes? The breeze only alone Eternal White on white Atop the dead walks A single hair of grass Grows, lives dies Beasts do not share terror              Abounds in its symmetry Without choices Alone as the lone sun That from three stars                  It hangs Empty and nothing more All perishes Something In the middle there Alone Only Embracing the extremes The beast has been a beast Over million a trials And even then, nothing in the middle there But the seen Growing to naught Perishing in naught Beasts Aware of this not As ornament the imprint Of its fiery tenure
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
The beast fears naught
It’s simplicity Its cradle and skill Evil in bed Disturbs your conscience Born worthless No miracle there In delightful fast Storm holds its vine Selling naught Desiring naught Its words      Sounds Its actions         Gestures The beast fears naught Unknowingly knowing Swollen senses Glorious aliment For a crooked tree Its breast bends Its hands bends Insults are loves Wars and artifacts Antechamber of death And says naught Not one will remain       Responds Not one will prevail       Responds Your dust will be eaten By democratic worms Of all brothers Despised by all Beasts fears naught Nor life nor death Who says? Who comes? Who goes? The breeze only alone Eternal White on white Atop the dead walks A single hair of grass Grows, lives dies Beasts do not share terror              Abounds in its symmetry Without choices Alone as the lone sun That from three stars                  It hangs Empty and nothing more All perishes Something In the middle there Alone Only Embracing the extremes The beast has been a beast Over million a trials And even then, nothing in the middle there But the seen Growing to naught Perishing in naught Beasts Aware of this not As ornament the imprint Of its fiery tenure
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
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