"ostracizing" poems - Hello Poetry

Our own meeting has no end , no outer shell, it does not float. It only searches within its depths to find a bottom to pitch its anchor and looses itself within the colours of an ever changing earth. Without air it gets carried away and shines like a fire, unquenched and remote from evil tongues and envious eyes. Ostracizing dark thoughts and delighting within its womb. It remembers from always and lives on forever and within the moonlit dust it travels upon wings. An aura which is immaterial and wonders intoxicated it sings you an icy lullaby..

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Nov 7, 2014

Nov 7, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC

maria-keisoglou

OUR MEETING

Our own meeting has no end , no outer shell, it does not float. It only searches within its depths to find a bottom to pitch its anchor and looses itself within the colours of an ever changing earth. Without air it gets carried away and shines like a fire, unquenched and remote from evil tongues and envious eyes. Ostracizing dark thoughts and delighting within its womb. It remembers from always and lives on forever and within the moonlit dust it travels upon wings. An aura which is immaterial and wonders intoxicated it sings you an icy lullaby..

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At the end, will it be brandy-wine or mescaline to sugar coat enlightenment, the purpose, the omnipotent influence? Some live to make a whirling dervish swoon. Some pray to Love, composing sonnets for the moon. Some find themselves floating, bloated lungs with lazy currents, mourning free-will. With questions perched atop your windowsill, do decomposing wings pull with yearning to wake in dawn's warning? Your beak, a rattling, pneumonic drill. It's a dead end, fear and adrenaline. Invite me in to ostracizing nuisances. Therefore, I may imprison myself in cylindrical cells, pop out wisdom like bubble-wrap, fight the mighty ocean swells, or shimmy up the lobster trap, With inevitable siege by buzzards eying wildly, shedding sea-salt feathers that won't be washed for weeks. Still, the mad-hatter trades me one more spill for spill. And I taste the honesty we sip for swollen memories whose frantic bodies let fists fly on flushed faces that we never truly see. In profound confusion we stumble, blind. Then, we all forget so blissfully, once we reach the rainbow's end.

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Sep 11, 2012

Sep 11, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC

chloe-sayre

Strut to the Rainbow's End

At the end, will it be brandy-wine or mescaline to sugar coat enlightenment, the purpose, the omnipotent influence? Some live to make a whirling dervish swoon. Some pray to Love, composing sonnets for the moon. Some find themselves floating, bloated lungs with lazy currents, mourning free-will. With questions perched atop your windowsill, do decomposing wings pull with yearning to wake in dawn's warning? Your beak, a rattling, pneumonic drill. It's a dead end, fear and adrenaline. Invite me in to ostracizing nuisances. Therefore, I may imprison myself in cylindrical cells, pop out wisdom like bubble-wrap, fight the mighty ocean swells, or shimmy up the lobster trap, With inevitable siege by buzzards eying wildly, shedding sea-salt feathers that won't be washed for weeks. Still, the mad-hatter trades me one more spill for spill. And I taste the honesty we sip for swollen memories whose frantic bodies let fists fly on flushed faces that we never truly see. In profound confusion we stumble, blind. Then, we all forget so blissfully, once we reach the rainbow's end.

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And the question is, “What constitutes the good life?” And the neurons in my brain automatically begin to connect and arrange themselves into a conveyor belt of possible responses. This is not about fancy cars and giant mansions. This is about searching high and low for the unique existence of character buried in the depths of your heart. The labyrinth of suffering is something that traps and consumes every single one of us. Being aware and accepting the circumstances that will occur after exploring all the different solutions of discovering a way to escape is a major fundamental element needed to survive. Ostracizing yourself from the countless number of distractions in today’s generation to truly identify your individuality is the most crucial procedure in recognizing an outbreak from conforming to false associations. Infinite minutes are wasted every day because there are numerous amounts of interruptions that interfere with our life’s mission. Eliminating these disturbances will erase people’s impulses to shake hands with laziness. More people need to realize that utilizing time and wisely spending the precious moments we have left should be more carefully valued before it is too late. At times like this, it is perfectly acceptable to be self absorbed on account that working towards a goal is in effect. Take the time to focus on figuring out how to learn and how to proceed in expanding the mind’s personality. It is so important to acquire the ability to control the aspect of reason. But once enough experience is achieved to gather the information on how to conquer the labyrinth of suffering, you will then inaugurate the good life. There is only one way to assemble the knowledge as to where the door lies and that is by simply living life and never giving up. Take chances and live on curiosity. We learn by putting ourselves in situations that are out of our comfort zones, giving the opportunity to mess up. Overcoming the situation is when we gain the confidence to promote ourselves to the next level. Life is full of mistakes but it is about being intelligent about those obstacles. Building up from those faults and taking advantage of everything life offers. We will move on from every mistake only to come face to face with another one. But life carries us. It challenges us. And the brave souls that accept that challenge are the ones that go on living the good life.

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Aug 29, 2013

Aug 29, 2013 at 4:09 PM UTC

l-smida

The Good Life

And the question is, “What constitutes the good life?” And the neurons in my brain automatically begin to connect and arrange themselves into a conveyor belt of possible responses. This is not about fancy cars and giant mansions. This is about searching high and low for the unique existence of character buried in the depths of your heart. The labyrinth of suffering is something that traps and consumes every single one of us. Being aware and accepting the circumstances that will occur after exploring all the different solutions of discovering a way to escape is a major fundamental element needed to survive. Ostracizing yourself from the countless number of distractions in today’s generation to truly identify your individuality is the most crucial procedure in recognizing an outbreak from conforming to false associations. Infinite minutes are wasted every day because there are numerous amounts of interruptions that interfere with our life’s mission. Eliminating these disturbances will erase people’s impulses to shake hands with laziness. More people need to realize that utilizing time and wisely spending the precious moments we have left should be more carefully valued before it is too late. At times like this, it is perfectly acceptable to be self absorbed on account that working towards a goal is in effect. Take the time to focus on figuring out how to learn and how to proceed in expanding the mind’s personality. It is so important to acquire the ability to control the aspect of reason. But once enough experience is achieved to gather the information on how to conquer the labyrinth of suffering, you will then inaugurate the good life. There is only one way to assemble the knowledge as to where the door lies and that is by simply living life and never giving up. Take chances and live on curiosity. We learn by putting ourselves in situations that are out of our comfort zones, giving the opportunity to mess up. Overcoming the situation is when we gain the confidence to promote ourselves to the next level. Life is full of mistakes but it is about being intelligent about those obstacles. Building up from those faults and taking advantage of everything life offers. We will move on from every mistake only to come face to face with another one. But life carries us. It challenges us. And the brave souls that accept that challenge are the ones that go on living the good life.

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Silence can surpass your conscious lessness Silence can scream out in your heart Objectifying the reality Ostracizing the fiction Beware of silence For serendipitous can be the moment, in trice of silence Serene can be the moments in trice of silence Silence sails amid the slithering stories For if you can observe, you can be silent

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Mar 2, 2017

Mar 2, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC

abhinay-renny

Beware of silence.

Silence can surpass your conscious lessness Silence can scream out in your heart Objectifying the reality Ostracizing the fiction Beware of silence For serendipitous can be the moment, in trice of silence Serene can be the moments in trice of silence Silence sails amid the slithering stories For if you can observe, you can be silent

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shadows fall upon the rocks all of which have known a former life harvested from mountainside or valley depths individual yet eerily uniform cookie cutter shapes from the breaking of stony appendages withering weeds scorched by rays of sun that constantly disapprove of something as simple as their existence because they are not considered beautiful by conventional standards hope beyond hope has passed them over and they have nothing left to strive for, left to mourn the loss of each other one by one until they are all gone there was never secret history that could not be uncovered by the nature birthed from the heaven of fire brought into this world by divine intervention of a God eternal yet some creatures have become spiteful with ideas of superiority ostracizing those who are viewed as lesser solely by their appearance or the habits they have adopted with no regards to the true being the rocks have been broken from who they once were but the weeds continue to fight for who they still are and just like the weeds, I will refuse to conform.

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Oct 7, 2015

Oct 7, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC

emilybridg

evolution

shadows fall upon the rocks all of which have known a former life harvested from mountainside or valley depths individual yet eerily uniform cookie cutter shapes from the breaking of stony appendages withering weeds scorched by rays of sun that constantly disapprove of something as simple as their existence because they are not considered beautiful by conventional standards hope beyond hope has passed them over and they have nothing left to strive for, left to mourn the loss of each other one by one until they are all gone there was never secret history that could not be uncovered by the nature birthed from the heaven of fire brought into this world by divine intervention of a God eternal yet some creatures have become spiteful with ideas of superiority ostracizing those who are viewed as lesser solely by their appearance or the habits they have adopted with no regards to the true being the rocks have been broken from who they once were but the weeds continue to fight for who they still are and just like the weeds, I will refuse to conform.

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Groaning grunts grows greatly rendering respect… relinquished, reluctantly over ostracizing only openly without withholding weary words. and Lowly lessons leave larceny, emptiness embodies, emanates, emulates around abandoned admiration, amassed. Recover reference, reticulate resistance never negate nostalgia knowingly.

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Jan 4, 2015

Jan 4, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC

jonathan-3

Tingling Thoughts Twisting Tongues

Groaning grunts grows greatly rendering respect… relinquished, reluctantly over ostracizing only openly without withholding weary words. and Lowly lessons leave larceny, emptiness embodies, emanates, emulates around abandoned admiration, amassed. Recover reference, reticulate resistance never negate nostalgia knowingly.

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Place knives to throats and slit We all will bleed red blood.. I can't take off this Humanity You see me as an infection Killing us off, openly without question I'll reincarnate Black again, But Panther... Shall I stand for this injustice Even superhumans can be shot dead.. Ask the symbols MLK, and X How do we unify our people The people will never look colorless Dying from the silent growing masses... Outrageous oppositions ostracizing organized optimist outreach. Taking time to think that's trail Hearing hurtful harm, Hard heading home Everyone experiences earth's eerie evil effects Reaching ramifications revolving round recent Revolts Some Stay Silent, Some Shout Supercilious Teach us How to Sit In Stamp me with a Bobby Seale Certify me to be a Leader Protect me with Urban Newton's Laws Let my fist again mean Power!! May my tongue Gather the masses!! Will you wait until its you.. Locked down behind their Military's Blockades They already see you as animal.. Show your fangs Bare your Pride.. They need no reason, Give one!! Make them fear beyond their thoughts... I am the soul of America We are the Backbone of Liberty The land that grows your fruits Our Blood runs through every root We taught you how to survive Without Color you are only European....

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Aug 13, 2014

Aug 13, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC

quentin-briscoe

Black Power (6x6x6)

Place knives to throats and slit We all will bleed red blood.. I can't take off this Humanity You see me as an infection Killing us off, openly without question I'll reincarnate Black again, But Panther... Shall I stand for this injustice Even superhumans can be shot dead.. Ask the symbols MLK, and X How do we unify our people The people will never look colorless Dying from the silent growing masses... Outrageous oppositions ostracizing organized optimist outreach. Taking time to think that's trail Hearing hurtful harm, Hard heading home Everyone experiences earth's eerie evil effects Reaching ramifications revolving round recent Revolts Some Stay Silent, Some Shout Supercilious Teach us How to Sit In Stamp me with a Bobby Seale Certify me to be a Leader Protect me with Urban Newton's Laws Let my fist again mean Power!! May my tongue Gather the masses!! Will you wait until its you.. Locked down behind their Military's Blockades They already see you as animal.. Show your fangs Bare your Pride.. They need no reason, Give one!! Make them fear beyond their thoughts... I am the soul of America We are the Backbone of Liberty The land that grows your fruits Our Blood runs through every root We taught you how to survive Without Color you are only European....

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I believe that people Aren't as bad as we Make them to be I believe that the world Is more beautiful than We give it credit for Our planet is a wonder To behold full of grace And power if you know Where to look I believe that no one Should ever have to Go hungry or have to Fend for themselves in The cold while others Continue to allow These people to sit In the cold without A name or existence While they continue To take from them And keep them down I believe that we should Be protecting our children Instead of abusing them Children should be protected They are our precious future And we should be protecting Them from the evils of the world Children are born pure And innocent and unaware Of the world and what is in it We need to be more careful Of the world we are creating For the children of today or Else we will reap the Consequences of our actions We are already starting to see This very thing unfold In front of our eyes We need to be more Aware of the messages We are sending our children And be more active in Protecting them Instead of allowing Them to fall By the wayside I believe that We need to come Together we can't Do with all of these Divisions that are Among us that Are ultimately Tearing us apart Day by Day people Are being killed And destroyed For their differences And for their Beliefs and people Are ostracizing each Other and leaving People out in the rain We have to be willing To look past our superficial Differences and understand The great beauty and Diversity that is on this Planet and understanding That even with all of our Differences we all have Our place to share on This crazy blue ball We call home

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Dec 17, 2012

Dec 17, 2012 at 11:54 AM UTC

ahmad-cox

I Believe

I believe that people Aren't as bad as we Make them to be I believe that the world Is more beautiful than We give it credit for Our planet is a wonder To behold full of grace And power if you know Where to look I believe that no one Should ever have to Go hungry or have to Fend for themselves in The cold while others Continue to allow These people to sit In the cold without A name or existence While they continue To take from them And keep them down I believe that we should Be protecting our children Instead of abusing them Children should be protected They are our precious future And we should be protecting Them from the evils of the world Children are born pure And innocent and unaware Of the world and what is in it We need to be more careful Of the world we are creating For the children of today or Else we will reap the Consequences of our actions We are already starting to see This very thing unfold In front of our eyes We need to be more Aware of the messages We are sending our children And be more active in Protecting them Instead of allowing Them to fall By the wayside I believe that We need to come Together we can't Do with all of these Divisions that are Among us that Are ultimately Tearing us apart Day by Day people Are being killed And destroyed For their differences And for their Beliefs and people Are ostracizing each Other and leaving People out in the rain We have to be willing To look past our superficial Differences and understand The great beauty and Diversity that is on this Planet and understanding That even with all of our Differences we all have Our place to share on This crazy blue ball We call home

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We are all stained We are all trying to remove the blemishes Remove the scars Remove the dark part of our pasts The dark part of ourselves We are all stained in our own ways Things that make us wonder If we will ever get clean again If we can ever become whole If we can ever become pure Free of stains Free of hurt Free of pain Free of the things That make us question ourselves If we are really where we are supposed to be We all have our stains They can cloud our eyes Make us feel ***** Make us feel like we can never truly be clean That we will just have to live the rest of our lives feeling unclean Feeling stained Feeling damaged Feeling lost Feeling alone Ostracizing ourselves more and more Feeling more and more cut off from others and from ourselves But we all have our stains There is no reason to hide We all have those moments When we feel unclean And like we can never be whole And like we are standing out in the rain all alone But it's through life's trials That we are able to learn and to grow And slowly but surely remove some of the stains And replace them with a more whole And fresh And clean you

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Dec 12, 2011

Dec 12, 2011 at 11:36 PM UTC

ahmad-cox

Stained

We are all stained We are all trying to remove the blemishes Remove the scars Remove the dark part of our pasts The dark part of ourselves We are all stained in our own ways Things that make us wonder If we will ever get clean again If we can ever become whole If we can ever become pure Free of stains Free of hurt Free of pain Free of the things That make us question ourselves If we are really where we are supposed to be We all have our stains They can cloud our eyes Make us feel ***** Make us feel like we can never truly be clean That we will just have to live the rest of our lives feeling unclean Feeling stained Feeling damaged Feeling lost Feeling alone Ostracizing ourselves more and more Feeling more and more cut off from others and from ourselves But we all have our stains There is no reason to hide We all have those moments When we feel unclean And like we can never be whole And like we are standing out in the rain all alone But it's through life's trials That we are able to learn and to grow And slowly but surely remove some of the stains And replace them with a more whole And fresh And clean you

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A canorous music perforates my opaque, It is gods, talking... Rain's drops are their pillars of the temple. Echo of gossip... Quivering chromaticism smearing me, With osculates and solidarity, Eventually... Kissing a cross 'round my knuckle, I start... I solicit solitude... Away from this deluge of unknown. This echo of bursting sparks, dreams... Will I altogether, be accompanied By my only one ally? We anon, god(?) I hope(!), will rally loneliness, Imbibing a cup of chocolate And zest and dally. This sweet's like gold. But... One for all, all for one... Ostracizing my faith... Oh!... An ameliorated hallucination. The cross fell. Do not! I beseech! decimate My incipient, redintegrating mate --- I cannot delineate now any line of this smooth... lie!... Gods still howling But I am still walking The echo melts through. Oh... What love dove above! Blinked delving and desperarion... Scintillated once whilst falling apart on my face! The rain of dead, the rain of shadows. With a liquor of ink... and... tears Melting my ego, my flesh Sunk in my sole soul I yield and fall Letting a chrysalis breed into a labyrinthine verisimilitude Of lies, Lies, Yes.... Of lies! Lulled by loop and fetching, I cannot resume, I kneel more and bow, Tie my cross again 'round my knuckle Till I dust to golden grain. And hover Fetching equanimity... No eyes will ever again bloom hope. I'm sorry... I cannot any more equilibrize anything. This is my alibi desuetude 'Cause I'm thirsty for luxury. Stopped ended lines, squeezing and hugging ink. I hope desynchronised is not my goodbye.

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Aug 3, 2017

Aug 3, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC

ArnauldJarvis

Etude V

A canorous music perforates my opaque, It is gods, talking... Rain's drops are their pillars of the temple. Echo of gossip... Quivering chromaticism smearing me, With osculates and solidarity, Eventually... Kissing a cross 'round my knuckle, I start... I solicit solitude... Away from this deluge of unknown. This echo of bursting sparks, dreams... Will I altogether, be accompanied By my only one ally? We anon, god(?) I hope(!), will rally loneliness, Imbibing a cup of chocolate And zest and dally. This sweet's like gold. But... One for all, all for one... Ostracizing my faith... Oh!... An ameliorated hallucination. The cross fell. Do not! I beseech! decimate My incipient, redintegrating mate --- I cannot delineate now any line of this smooth... lie!... Gods still howling But I am still walking The echo melts through. Oh... What love dove above! Blinked delving and desperarion... Scintillated once whilst falling apart on my face! The rain of dead, the rain of shadows. With a liquor of ink... and... tears Melting my ego, my flesh Sunk in my sole soul I yield and fall Letting a chrysalis breed into a labyrinthine verisimilitude Of lies, Lies, Yes.... Of lies! Lulled by loop and fetching, I cannot resume, I kneel more and bow, Tie my cross again 'round my knuckle Till I dust to golden grain. And hover Fetching equanimity... No eyes will ever again bloom hope. I'm sorry... I cannot any more equilibrize anything. This is my alibi desuetude 'Cause I'm thirsty for luxury. Stopped ended lines, squeezing and hugging ink. I hope desynchronised is not my goodbye.

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The sound of soft breathing I am air movement unseen inhaled breath beneath the rushing the coffee beans grinding the imbuing traffic I am lifted feet, grime & dirt & dust, our own conveniences of truths polluting us I am adding wings to the mach speed of economy class and jet stream smog stirred not shaken still forgettable unseen... great deforestations exponentisl growing pains industry ostracizing nature murdering meek dolphins (a new kind meat?) Aaaahhhh!! Glaciers! Where did the dream retreat since inside the heart such god-awful self defeat, parasitic minds diseased conceding to the deceit the demeaning breath of cheats business deals to steal whats free our realestate / atmosphere's rainfall drink / carbon mono - die - oxidized they steal our health with monopoly money the currencies of ivory and krill founded by invasion's fathers on Capitol Hill... And still I am here the repetitive melody from mystery few ever listen to notice me the diminished bird I am in cruel gilded cages unheard that song, the high, the prayers beseaching and begging with great big sighs in the lungs, quivering Aurora / souls / hovering summer wind-chimes' cool mirth Christmas births delivering new hearts upon this earth in ribs / & eye / you're golden spiritual worth The invisible motion of these here lives Absolute in the truths to matter make it / our home / to last forever for all and one / down to the letter Life is beautiful... (not invisible) If & when the world's made all better...

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Jun 16, 2016

Jun 16, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC

butch-decatoria

INVISIBLE (2)

The sound of soft breathing I am air movement unseen inhaled breath beneath the rushing the coffee beans grinding the imbuing traffic I am lifted feet, grime & dirt & dust, our own conveniences of truths polluting us I am adding wings to the mach speed of economy class and jet stream smog stirred not shaken still forgettable unseen... great deforestations exponentisl growing pains industry ostracizing nature murdering meek dolphins (a new kind meat?) Aaaahhhh!! Glaciers! Where did the dream retreat since inside the heart such god-awful self defeat, parasitic minds diseased conceding to the deceit the demeaning breath of cheats business deals to steal whats free our realestate / atmosphere's rainfall drink / carbon mono - die - oxidized they steal our health with monopoly money the currencies of ivory and krill founded by invasion's fathers on Capitol Hill... And still I am here the repetitive melody from mystery few ever listen to notice me the diminished bird I am in cruel gilded cages unheard that song, the high, the prayers beseaching and begging with great big sighs in the lungs, quivering Aurora / souls / hovering summer wind-chimes' cool mirth Christmas births delivering new hearts upon this earth in ribs / & eye / you're golden spiritual worth The invisible motion of these here lives Absolute in the truths to matter make it / our home / to last forever for all and one / down to the letter Life is beautiful... (not invisible) If & when the world's made all better...

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Dusty rooms with broken locks, that open on Styx river’s docks. Quiescent and serene, the broken shards of endless dreams lie shattered on the quay. Hyenas prowl, and vultures lurk, while ravens collect shiny baubles. And far across the tumultuous water stands the devil’s majestic hovel. A house of cards all full of light that speaks of vindication. While capturing self righteous minds with human degradation. Such a tentative position man, a flash of light on desert sand. Yet to the endless sea of time, a tortured wretch in pantomime? To mock the gods with books of lore, that delineate tomorrows shores. With so many right and so few wrong the devil weaves a simple song, of perfected ostracizing. While social stigmatism's blind becomes it’s own creation, to tie the hands and feet of all and shadow our perception.

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Nov 13, 2022

Nov 13, 2022 at 10:59 PM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Jacks to Open

Dusty rooms with broken locks, that open on Styx river’s docks. Quiescent and serene, the broken shards of endless dreams lie shattered on the quay. Hyenas prowl, and vultures lurk, while ravens collect shiny baubles. And far across the tumultuous water stands the devil’s majestic hovel. A house of cards all full of light that speaks of vindication. While capturing self righteous minds with human degradation. Such a tentative position man, a flash of light on desert sand. Yet to the endless sea of time, a tortured wretch in pantomime? To mock the gods with books of lore, that delineate tomorrows shores. With so many right and so few wrong the devil weaves a simple song, of perfected ostracizing. While social stigmatism's blind becomes it’s own creation, to tie the hands and feet of all and shadow our perception.

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