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Being this powerful is a plague A mask of sorts, shielding us from reality Whether or not we wish to remember being Normal Normal? A rather self centered term For those decaying minds Trying to grab a hold of any Last inkling of humanity they once had The futility of it all Vain attempts to regain lost face Or a sold soul But the price is too high Because the most valuable thing you retain After forfeiting your innocence Is your willingness to fight for it back And if you sold that too... There are far too many people Scrambling Pushing to be perfect Or rather To be labeled perfect We say You are only as perfect As those around you perceive you to be And if you play a good game Then you eventually end up winning But winning Is a small reward In return for an overpowering Hubris Your eventual downfall So here we stand Apotheosized because We are perceived as immortal No We are just dead Dead to all popular culture And fashions So we appear Placid as water on a clear day Stoic And so they wonder Why do we not strive to be at the top? The reason is That the top is so small Finite And if we tried We could get there But the top Was not Made For Two
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
Apotheosis
Being this powerful is a plague A mask of sorts, shielding us from reality Whether or not we wish to remember being Normal Normal? A rather self centered term For those decaying minds Trying to grab a hold of any Last inkling of humanity they once had The futility of it all Vain attempts to regain lost face Or a sold soul But the price is too high Because the most valuable thing you retain After forfeiting your innocence Is your willingness to fight for it back And if you sold that too... There are far too many people Scrambling Pushing to be perfect Or rather To be labeled perfect We say You are only as perfect As those around you perceive you to be And if you play a good game Then you eventually end up winning But winning Is a small reward In return for an overpowering Hubris Your eventual downfall So here we stand Apotheosized because We are perceived as immortal No We are just dead Dead to all popular culture And fashions So we appear Placid as water on a clear day Stoic And so they wonder Why do we not strive to be at the top? The reason is That the top is so small Finite And if we tried We could get there But the top Was not Made For Two
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
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