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a world of flawless calculations |
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| Written by Diana, on 26-06-2002 23:00 |
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Anxious hands fall to where you where you stand awaiting shameless peoccupation, solace from a world of flawless calculations. Immobile and yet filled with such regret. Feigning life through blood splattered lenses numbing hearts and all the hardened senses. Through empty doorways hearing voices, in loneliness make fucked-up angry choices. Time to confess all your sins to anyone who'll listen. Uselessly convincing friends and foe of the uselessness of life. All its sorrows snowball into life consuming empty senseless death. The food we eat holds no rewards for one who sees no purpose. The body holds no need for such trivialities. The trials we face are useless tests of faith withheld with calming grace. Withheld conflictions take their place in life's great freak show parade, when nothing else holds violence at bay for many days. Lost traits show through in the skeem of things like "all the world's a stage," but strength confides no jealousy or rage.
Last update: 26-06-2002 23:00
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