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True objectivity, may ironically just truly be, an absolute impossibility Naturally we, I mean you, and me, aren't meant to dispute, but just be So I ask you this..... Mr. Religious Zealots Ignorant sure Atheists God fearing humans and lost little Sheople Shall we chase bliss...? waste time being jealous Wrongfully hate Sadists ? if this show is Truman's And bow at the Steeple? Would you want to see a movie, after someone tells you the whole plot and also ruins and spoils the ending and whether there may be a sequel Rhetorically I set you free from any obligatory answer or real thought 50-50 roll the credits please, Steven is finally even, we are now equal So now that we are eye to ear and you can appropriately cry and hear Lets choose to make those tears of beauty, laughter, joy,love and cheer So for all of you who still claim to know Wearing a suit the exact same Human carcass as me and Joe Schmoe Representing a various name Swimming up stream fighting the flow Playing this same exact game Leading to that question of where we go Fluffy clouds, or eternal flame I have but seven things left to say And YOU, may, even heed this as advice Relativity is related in every way But as far as we know, we don't live twice Of course, I question if we have an everlasting soul But the real question should be...what's the rush? Lets enjoy this beautiful blue and green toilet bowl And ride that wave right until the very last flush
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 1:14 AM UTC
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True objectivity, may ironically just truly be, an absolute impossibility Naturally we, I mean you, and me, aren't meant to dispute, but just be So I ask you this..... Mr. Religious Zealots Ignorant sure Atheists God fearing humans and lost little Sheople Shall we chase bliss...? waste time being jealous Wrongfully hate Sadists ? if this show is Truman's And bow at the Steeple? Would you want to see a movie, after someone tells you the whole plot and also ruins and spoils the ending and whether there may be a sequel Rhetorically I set you free from any obligatory answer or real thought 50-50 roll the credits please, Steven is finally even, we are now equal So now that we are eye to ear and you can appropriately cry and hear Lets choose to make those tears of beauty, laughter, joy,love and cheer So for all of you who still claim to know Wearing a suit the exact same Human carcass as me and Joe Schmoe Representing a various name Swimming up stream fighting the flow Playing this same exact game Leading to that question of where we go Fluffy clouds, or eternal flame I have but seven things left to say And YOU, may, even heed this as advice Relativity is related in every way But as far as we know, we don't live twice Of course, I question if we have an everlasting soul But the real question should be...what's the rush? Lets enjoy this beautiful blue and green toilet bowl And ride that wave right until the very last flush
It's Easy to take all of this for granted, poetry is pure and free and for me it'is a seed that's best when planted,cosmically in two ears,not US, but WE
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 1:14 AM UTC
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