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And from the abyss
of an un-owned, nothingness
rises up the majestic image--
supremely crafted, from
well-smithed words;
this something..
formed out of nothing--
this counterfeit substance
this ancient, hide
this cowardly, self-formed answer
to the Universe's primal core question
this childish refusal to grow up..
to own up,
and face the music
This fooling of the whole world..
this glory of the moment..
and then, one final pirouette,
before your unavoidable death-scream
at that final moment of truth..
Ah truth, baby.. what a concept.
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Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 6:37 PM UTC
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And from the abyss
of an un-owned, nothingness
rises up the majestic image--
supremely crafted, from
well-smithed words;
this something..
formed out of nothing--
this counterfeit substance
this ancient, hide
this cowardly, self-formed answer
to the Universe's primal core question
this childish refusal to grow up..
to own up,
and face the music
This fooling of the whole world..
this glory of the moment..
and then, one final pirouette,
before your unavoidable death-scream
at that final moment of truth..
Ah truth, baby.. what a concept.
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This is a test of the Emergency Broadcast System. The broadcasters of your area, in voluntary cooperation with the Federal, State and local authorities have developed this system to keep you informed in the event of an emergency. If this had been an actual emergency, the Attention Signal you just heard would have been followed by official information, news or instructions. This station, Hello Poetry.. serves the whole.hiding world's, area.
This concludes this test of the Emergency Broadcast System.
"yeah, thankyou,, thankyoyverucuchh.."
~Johnny ****** and the *****
