Willingness...
in all its variability,

X factor
as convenience for
better
and worse.

Illusion,
delusion

more about self honesty
our willingness towards in same way.

Organics not the issue.
Imperialist fractals spawning still.

Which of us
could
stand
exist,
what was it
nor
you
or
I could
bare
resist

So no
none
a lie
to
conceal,
each
utterance
but
a thief
of lies
whom lent
a cloak
till
safe passage
of oneself
unmasked
high honor
revealed

In the lovely
lie
where
you
and I
begin
and end
somewhere near
dear our
skin

Thee amorphous
grey
she shivers
between
thin blue
lines
of
sky
sea
try green
without
yellow
brown
blood
lost
or
found

Barren
recesses
and
maddening hearts

Lilith find me
somehow fallen
stumbling
tumbled
satisfied
delivered
in want
of naught
even if
only
nigh

Even if
We,
were
only tried

The Word is Love
Hope Salvation
Fear not
The Time Upon Us

The greatest sickness
that is hate,
lies behind
guise and ruse

A clever waste
in the poorest taste
in the heart
of fools

With the least
of haste
Take it to
the gate,
the mirrored gait

of folly
following
fools

Titer tiered
withered
in fear

Of the
dead
dying

And make
our bed
to sleep
alone

There is only love
X-factors extensions thereof
The quick Holy Grail in your hands
No one an extension of another's will but
Charades we die trying for success day by day
No ya that guy 'Jesus' nope not him; it's up to us all
Sure he did mention the greater things we must do the
vine and branches; a sword to divide love from hate not me
from you; love one another 'AS' but the filters of typical association
so convoluted, but sure for all the horrible reasons about me, ya it's just about
me; they and me; all my other they's.............................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But hey remember there is only love; so therefor 'all you need is love' is the illusion <3:):)!!!R!!!
...and the agree to agreed about colloquial lie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!
...and on our feet already died; there is the book for the dead when the filter of your brain runs out of air
but it is better to breathe it's essence all available here; D
                                                               ­                                   A
                            ­                                                                 ­             R
                                                  ­                                                               E
                                                               ­                                                        !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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                                                  ­                                                                 ­                            !!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2CARE!!!

Judgement, have one hundred percent on;

Judgmentalness no, none one hundred percent off;

Oh a oops gone,
how else can you love
one another truly...

Hypnotic spells gone.

Judge what, a being
something we do believe
or not;

The typical associations
catch us off guard quickly;

Any little possible defensing
gets quickly offensive
is it the better ploy...

Forgive me,
I'm just saying;

And asking for your own,
considerations within;

Whereby you can know thyself first,
and two the universe kindly responds;

In like kind all the tethering's
of the finer loving winds...!!!

Believe in all the dearly things,
those of which you wish would begin,
and those which too we have power to end.

Shadows settle on the place, that you left.
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.
Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time.
From the perfect start to the finish line.

And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones.
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong.

We are the reckless,
We are the wild youth
Chasing visions of our futures
One day we'll reveal the truth
That one will die before he gets there.

And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones.
'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.
We're setting fire to our insides for fun.
Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home,
It was a flood that wrecked this home.

And you caused it,
And you caused it,
And you caused it

Well I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette,
A lifeless face that you'll soon forget,
My eyes are damp from the words you left,
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.

And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one,
'Cause most of us are bitter over someone.
Setting fire to our insides for fun,
To distract our hearts from ever missing them.
But I'm forever missing him.

And you caused it,
And you caused it,
And you caused it

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