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No point in being. No point in existing. Hatred fills our spirits, mankind's determination leading to an appropriation an accusation.
What is one's purpose in life?
Where do we exist after death?
How can an individual rectify its own immortality? How every person every soul has a purpose of pure pointlessness.
After the rationalization of our configuration any able bodied mind will have the realization without conspicuousness about the inevitable expiration of life.
Living in a walking carcass, big bodies of meat. Having a big gaping wound the size of oneself. Only to be filled with more and more irrelevant absurdities Inconsequential insignificance spawning an existence of ruthful impotence.
Breaking teeth on a shattered bottle
Ripping out my last sighs
Watching my mind die before my eyes
Will this be the last battle?
Let's spread the curtains she said
I only saw why I continue to fade
Lying again in my four-cornered prison
Waiting for the light to pass
In order to be consumed by the dark once again
Motions become obstacles.
Gravity becomes my plague.
The pins keep sinking deeper,
And deeper again.
Pulling them out becomes what I would call the most real form of arousal.
Everything is a cut to the side.
Another wasted lie.
Another day passes and this understanding continues to minimize
If only lungs were to rust, and my soul scrape it's way out
Oxygen plays it's tedious game
Slowly breaking down the filaments of consciousness
Only to revive once again
Being able to follow. Touching one's inner vigor to pursue one another. Symbols of vitality being taken over by our immortality.
Inconsequential insignificance spawning an existence of ruthful impotence.
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Vacuum of a Fence
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Inlev
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Fear me
Fear me for I am vain
Attract to me
Attract to me for I am the epitome of
What you put on your fucking paper
But my infliction will poison every level
Level
Shave my cares from my sides
I masturbate to your dying eyes
I'm in my position, my level of self importance
I was created in the prenatal factory of what's called rape
Then I became enslaved to the institution that is praised
I care not for the gordian knots of our many generations
I am ultimately programmed to continue the legacy of intolerance
I hide behind my false veil of supposed righteousness
Based on the idea that not a single person works as hard as I
I'm inside, oh you're not
I control your life, you do not
On the other side we see the suffering individuals failing to overcome a perpetual disparity plaguing them
The stench of despondency engulfs the slumming population
Greed continues to be rationalized through the invisibles, hiding behind figureheads
As an empire continues to be constructed on the carcasses of the deaths of the innocent, we see the continual rise of the elite
Elite is a misnomer
The elite is entitled defecation
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