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Saxon grieves
mourning leaves in fire that engulfs the autumn sky becoming more, but less to feed on like anger that fills their soul choking water in their lungs purifying chlorine that kills the cells too minute to see the fire rages on in this battleground where to fight my enemy I must fight myself why do I fight on as alcohol that stimulates my mind but leaves me dumb deaf and blind I want to sleep Muse trapped in safe? can she be rescued through slumber strawberry hair and blueberry eyes but they sting to feel stickly sweet but devoid of invisible life praxis without theory life without cause why does sweet taste sweet and not like dung why do not hung get shirts as shirts get hung? She cannot understand as she whispers screaming without a voice we discovered today the universe makes no sense and we can prove it to you with a very sensible argument. |