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[bodytext] => ll that is an illusion, It’s just a matter of space and time Recall the three dimensions That constricts the movement of our kind Predict the amusements And calculate the abusive But the facts remain behind You are just human Specs of space dust outlined In the supernova basement The astrologer reclines In the meantime on the pavement The newspaper reports the crime And the realization of the moment Smacks you in the face one time Get up and get movement Your time is winding down Forgo the possibilities of being found Forget the realities, You once considered so profound Fragment the ideologies, As opposed to them being compound Fear the proposed remedies The shadows lurk downtown I withdraw my previous words I beg of you, don’t be absurd I would never have said those things Had I just been listened to and heard I would have not expressed my rage I would have kept a cleaner record So believe it when you hear That the pictures scenery was a fraud Deliver it when you’re near Ill be waiting here, Right on this rocking chair Looking forward to your return Had I seen it, I might had have been concerned But as it stands, and it stands high The appreciative attitude Has served you your last cry A comprehensive alibi, Why would you lie A decisive jury, No where to hide All this culminates in a sad tale All this confusion dissipates As the night bearer, rings her bell All these illusions anticipate A resolve that sets them straight An answer for their losses A true moral high debate The radiation that emanates And the lamp that illuminates Silhouettes so determined to escape The metaphorical predicament We find ourselves trapped in Who can we trust When the sunshine had collapsed When the clouds are dust When my emotions Are left to My Self, I [comments] => 1 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 43 [informant] => jyssvw22 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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