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Not quite right, not quite ticking; the device in the head: broken and brutal. It tells lies and lacks serotonin. No one can tell: it hides inside the skull. An alien in the body and a stranger in the brain - everything is unknown, merely the soul belongs. The soul screams sorrow yet too serene to be seen; it will not be seen until it breaks down. A strong wind blows: it slows you down, the snow falls: it annoys, the sun shines: the blood rises. The cruel cruelty: the brain! It orders, the tongue surrenders; it decides, the body submits. It dictates! It dictates! It dictates! The human body is just a puff.
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Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 7:27 AM UTC
Broken Brain
Not quite right, not quite ticking; the device in the head: broken and brutal. It tells lies and lacks serotonin. No one can tell: it hides inside the skull. An alien in the body and a stranger in the brain - everything is unknown, merely the soul belongs. The soul screams sorrow yet too serene to be seen; it will not be seen until it breaks down. A strong wind blows: it slows you down, the snow falls: it annoys, the sun shines: the blood rises. The cruel cruelty: the brain! It orders, the tongue surrenders; it decides, the body submits. It dictates! It dictates! It dictates! The human body is just a puff.
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Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 7:27 AM UTC
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