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We thought we were the rise and fall of the world, could we have been more wrong.. I remember an old proverb, "*Control is foolish without batteries, because once they run out.* *Your stuck on one channel, watching a singular view unchanging*, Could we mould the world, like a pottery class we're moulding it thinking we could paint it, kiln it, and it was perfection.. But we had a malevolent arrogance, thinking we were saintly, all though we thought we were saints. So boastful of our accomplishments, we never looked at the singular crack. Barley visible to the eye, but there never the less. After a while we ignored it, as we never expected Our work to falter.. I remember a proverb that paid heed to this. *Discontinuity may be a scratch, visually constrained but protracted in depth. malevolent Beneath will never show the truth till it collapses within its self*.. Wordy I know, but a truth of now. Never paying attention to the scratch but not seeing the fracture just waiting for that singular weight to descend us to the now. So many cracks in the world. Now no matter our skill the world is just putty, remoulding itself with every new day.. A sunrise of reflection, Dusk hiding the truth of our folly. We now live in this new world of our undoing.. The poetry wheel is fragmentary, the vase now floating, shifting in the well we used to mould it with. And we stare at the sunrise seeing our vindictive creation... We are the evil of this world, a creation of arrogance.
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Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 4:35 PM UTC
Malevelant Arrogance
We thought we were the rise and fall of the world, could we have been more wrong.. I remember an old proverb, "*Control is foolish without batteries, because once they run out.* *Your stuck on one channel, watching a singular view unchanging*, Could we mould the world, like a pottery class we're moulding it thinking we could paint it, kiln it, and it was perfection.. But we had a malevolent arrogance, thinking we were saintly, all though we thought we were saints. So boastful of our accomplishments, we never looked at the singular crack. Barley visible to the eye, but there never the less. After a while we ignored it, as we never expected Our work to falter.. I remember a proverb that paid heed to this. *Discontinuity may be a scratch, visually constrained but protracted in depth. malevolent Beneath will never show the truth till it collapses within its self*.. Wordy I know, but a truth of now. Never paying attention to the scratch but not seeing the fracture just waiting for that singular weight to descend us to the now. So many cracks in the world. Now no matter our skill the world is just putty, remoulding itself with every new day.. A sunrise of reflection, Dusk hiding the truth of our folly. We now live in this new world of our undoing.. The poetry wheel is fragmentary, the vase now floating, shifting in the well we used to mould it with. And we stare at the sunrise seeing our vindictive creation... We are the evil of this world, a creation of arrogance.
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Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 4:35 PM UTC
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