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Our senses help us grow and communicate “This race must continue, go find a mate” Saying so, our emotions do we berate “Is it him or her?” 'tis our hottest debate We lock eyes, and so begins the endless dance Call it an experience or maybe even a trance There’s just the two of us in this vast expanse Just to make things simple, we call it romance Upon us now is a turning of the cosmic tide In this scheme, We are like but fish out of water Just under the surface, like the truth we reside As for the harvest, there must be fresh slaughter Let’s take a thick brush and paint this canvas Let our colours be bright and our strokes, bold Let them look back at our lingering madness “A millennia before, our stories they foretold” But why, when there’s procrastination Would we ever envision a joyous peasant And why, when there’s mass castration Wouldn't we need these anti-depressants We store the remnants of our memories in a few boxes Never enough space, we always need more storage units Tiniest crevice do we find, “Come let us release our toxins” We forget that they’re there, once they've lost their newness We come closer when we share this moment A simple command given to our pre-programmed selves A few simple, meaningless words, turned into a slogan Within moments, the symbols are sold out from the shelves Sputtering from the cradle, stuttering to the grave For simply living each moment, we are brave Even sociopaths, while in a crowd will behave Never were you free, since birth were you a slave “Find a prey, take a life.” Under his breath, chants the hunter Weapons soar through the open skies, “Protect us, oh bunker!” Here they come, in their cold lifeless selves, to tear us asunder Wise old men say time and again, “Life is nothing but a blunder”
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
Nothing but a Blunder
Our senses help us grow and communicate “This race must continue, go find a mate” Saying so, our emotions do we berate “Is it him or her?” 'tis our hottest debate We lock eyes, and so begins the endless dance Call it an experience or maybe even a trance There’s just the two of us in this vast expanse Just to make things simple, we call it romance Upon us now is a turning of the cosmic tide In this scheme, We are like but fish out of water Just under the surface, like the truth we reside As for the harvest, there must be fresh slaughter Let’s take a thick brush and paint this canvas Let our colours be bright and our strokes, bold Let them look back at our lingering madness “A millennia before, our stories they foretold” But why, when there’s procrastination Would we ever envision a joyous peasant And why, when there’s mass castration Wouldn't we need these anti-depressants We store the remnants of our memories in a few boxes Never enough space, we always need more storage units Tiniest crevice do we find, “Come let us release our toxins” We forget that they’re there, once they've lost their newness We come closer when we share this moment A simple command given to our pre-programmed selves A few simple, meaningless words, turned into a slogan Within moments, the symbols are sold out from the shelves Sputtering from the cradle, stuttering to the grave For simply living each moment, we are brave Even sociopaths, while in a crowd will behave Never were you free, since birth were you a slave “Find a prey, take a life.” Under his breath, chants the hunter Weapons soar through the open skies, “Protect us, oh bunker!” Here they come, in their cold lifeless selves, to tear us asunder Wise old men say time and again, “Life is nothing but a blunder”
salil-panvalkar
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Indian
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
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