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What is your norm?
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Joseph The brain derives from a heart without memory,
a soul that has abandoned knowledge of hope.
Words scatter closely into the mouth
whilst thought seek verbal departure
and fact deems fictitious to a life taken of truth
Nothing is as it seems.
A cliche of man with constant sorrow proves unique
and food craves for the stomach
as mothers bosom does for its baby.
Life maintains infinity
while death examines no certainty
As love breeds apocalypse upon the masses
hate summons resolute happiness,
As the Brightest star emits black
or the coldest winter animates life into the waiting flower
nothing is as it seems
Like steel decaying water,
like flesh corroding acid,
Like power accepting siege,
like the weak credited to the sack of the fearless
or
the poor unfamiliar to the grind
and the wealthy understanding the poor
to you.
nothing is as it seems
to us,
sun is not sun
rain is more than H2O dispatched from clouds
but tears perspired from the heavens.
The chill of autumn gust freeze beneath our skin
penetrating the nervous system
granting a sanctuary beyond the clouds
a vantage unseen by the rational eye
Fucking Beast.
this is our norm
what is yours?...
