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I am beginning to see that you

take pleasure in eating your own words

You are quite like religion, spouting out things during

the passage of day

yet at night you become God's stranger

And I know now, that even God has well kept secrets

So in between the consistent beat of the clock and

the roaring of the washing machine, I finially have

planted myself as fatal.



It's breathtaking, havent you heard?

Or have you squandered your beauty for ear muffs?

I find your wishy washy idealisms as pathetic and mediocre as

stripping down at some night club

You have forgotten, that whether it be a cactus or a rose down

your throat, that it is still tough to swallow and

even harder to digest

unless, youve conditioned yourself to where its as simple as water

Some have it down to a comprimisable science



I've even seen it done with the sharpest of swords