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You, are precious.
Make, me special.
I, am ugly.
Lost in your beauty.

I ain't happy.
No one can love me.
I am sorry.

Kick it

I seen,
Make me the,
Bad thing (or laughing),
What you think of me.

Crack it,

Suddenly I stood in the hallway while the wind unleashed its anger upon my back. the cold 20 shadows lay long on the slightly lit scene. As dusk turned to night the eyes peered at me through the darkness. I watched as time & logic mutated into laughter & colors. One stood berfore me. When it moved, it became seven, & when it stopped, it became one again. Pressed together in this tiny shack we melted across the floor & became moss & grass covering the floor in a think blanket. As we were visited by ants on their journey, as well as bees, butterflies, & grasshoppers who were on their way. We suddenly knew no light, no dark, no black, no white, & no wrong. Blinded by the high. Gripped by colors. Nothing was or wasn't. Everything was an illusion & reality. We were pure energy & light. Our words were music & sound, every sound you could think of & some you could never dream of. Before long, one star appeared revealing that after this long trip, side by foolish side, you were there. Immediately, the connection was shattered. Our eyes fell upon the floor as we dismissed one another & walked away into the silence.

He ran fast with every ounce of he had as the girl made her way into the street.
All at once images flashed through his mind.
The day that he crumbled his clothes tattered and strained.
The day he saw the apocalypse, he knew the world was going to end; when and how.
He recalled the sacrifices.
Everything he had he gave away.
Everything he had done was for everyone who crossed his path.
The only thing he had ever known was to help others, but not himself.

The human race is still immature.
Taking beauty & making unpure.
It's not just the fault of the perverts & freaks you also must blame the pastors & priest.
All of their sermons & people repressed now sexuality becoming a mess.
Violence for all & giving for free your divine ticket is your TV.
So spread your legs & take it up the ass from propaganda fed to the mass.
It's one little drop of blood today.
One more tax we have to pay.