devices. tools based upon obstructions in the human psychotic mental sphere of inhabitance. the rebel runaways decipher what was left of a society meshed together with passion and patriotism. the banister stricken with lewd remarks of injustice, while the poles wither and die beneath the weight of tyranny. bottles filled with liquid hate illuminating the streetlights with yellow bits of injustice, their particles clinging to the pure and innocent. these gray days, filled with compelling desire to ensnare what will not last beyond what fire can destroy. the buttons no longer work and anarchy is whispered amongst the lips of the half living. torment and destruction dwelling amidst the rapid rushing winds of futility. love lost is no longer had when all you have is what was left. superimposed sadness on a base level of dementia.
puppies and rainbows and kittens crossed with bunnies and baby foxes. serendipitous to the listening ear, only the lines crossed above form the perfection grown in our hearts. one am is the best time to fall in love. live attains beauty in all its avenues, and facets of purity and righteousness collide in a glorious eruption of magnificence. the purpose behind what life feels is compelled to exist without ramification of dilation or rebuttal. answers to know one but the one who knows all, and the questions scatter among the happiness grown in droves of brotherly community. the plateau became the mountain top, and the bottom became the base for all that is holy. exuberant in youthful longing and justified in mature pursuit. the only end will be a glorious one.
erhmm, metaphor and explosive mind colour aside, i'm bleeding and its late. seems i typed so hard my nose burst with passion. or it could be the sneeze into my steering wheel several days ago which has not clogged. the questions i must answer myself from my own curiosity.
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