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#engaging
The grey Themes flows like molasses Key figures bustle about the impending law Like ants on a crumb of coffee cake What seemed so important on that dark day Flutters past like wind through a forgotten rake What is more treasured than this entanglement? The men with insipid wigs evidently The public does not compare to Parliament Bicker until your tongues swell into pink sausages Time is a hair, caught on a nail in a plank, laying in the field Insomuch as your ignorance to the turnshoes clacking underneath you The porcelain haired fellows unfortunate to yield Barrels of whiskey they are not It’s a keg of a different sort Guy thinks the fight is worth being fought To worship is to be free after all In the minds of zealots that’s justification enough It was free reign in Eden before the fall There’s no formality strike the brimstone Cognition upon the floor erupting beneath them Cricket in the corner little black legs hone Not insects, yet footsteps close Law prevails no fireworks tonight Religious freedom prevails? Who knows? It was foiled, ruined by one member Gunpowder plot posse found the gallows Perhaps no one will remember the fifth of November
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Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
Out Fawkes(ed)
there's a world inside your mind and it wants you to find a place for others, without changing the bookshelves the music or the way that you walk through the door. It might be the means of replacing the fear which stops you from living and giving and laughing as yourself.
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Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 8:30 AM UTC
step into yourself