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A Potpourri of anarchy. A cold slap in the face.
Chaos, Armageddon couldn't lively up this place.
With caffeine in my bloodstream and a blank stare
in my eyes, I sit back, relax, write facts. Or are
they, just simply lies? Why are we here? And
what's it all for? Are we pawns in the game? If
so, what's the score? With this absence of truth
and presence of lies? How can you wonder why we
can't find some answers? You won't find the
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answers in the books that you've read. You're
searching for answers, but they're all in side
your head. You won't find the answers in the words
that they've said. A textbook designed to confine
individuals thinking. Social practice revolves
around what you've been drinking. The masses run
like rodents to the scent of the rat trap. Seeking
instant wisdom but instead their heads get
snapped. The chorus of a song fading sung one too
many times. The monotony of hearing that last
repeating line. The quest for success sucks you in
and rips you like the rhyme. Showing you the right
from wrong but narrowing your head.
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