Is this pure reality could we be led to believe lemmings up against a sea drowning in speculation even told when waters older more polluted never drink the murky media to plumb the depth of time
What of human frailty visualize with clarity past the sanitation to the childish flesh and bone bleaching sticks and stoner ribs pukes up the gallows laughter stage the mighty media blessing this sanitation
What is this supposed to hold freedoms crush disparaged souls despot dug in yellowcake and failed to certify it crippled son to pass it on a hatred fed on hatred born deify defensive form as if to never see that
What is real canned I feel less important than today anyway is it worth the slaughter?
Sit and feel absolutely zero suffering a condition worth denying
Pasted carcass killing fields body parts off dolls that bleed who was once committed for pulling wings off flying things feeling bold to knot put over twisted ever after hissing faded left alone to replicate the lie
What is real asks the dream some dim shift a rift within funniest seems a distant the damp ring fitting end destitution ego death within a condition dear dementia
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