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At this pinnacle of dust Smiling down, empty, at the rust The cogs will turn no more Every move, every moment a chore Lying there clamoring at fate All administrations too late Lost in the maze Eternally confused by what to crave In the silent shell That doubles as hell The conditions that drew one here Doubts and disillusionment the mind spears Are benevolent once the horizon clears For these clouds of dust Hide the nothingness they must So the carousel turns on Leaving its creatures wanton For the knife in their gut Enjoying each pointless rut Is one truly free When all thoughts flee? Pitiful puppets, aren’t we?
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Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC
Rusty Dust
At this pinnacle of dust Smiling down, empty, at the rust The cogs will turn no more Every move, every moment a chore Lying there clamoring at fate All administrations too late Lost in the maze Eternally confused by what to crave In the silent shell That doubles as hell The conditions that drew one here Doubts and disillusionment the mind spears Are benevolent once the horizon clears For these clouds of dust Hide the nothingness they must So the carousel turns on Leaving its creatures wanton For the knife in their gut Enjoying each pointless rut Is one truly free When all thoughts flee? Pitiful puppets, aren’t we?
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Jun 30, 2019
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