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Atmospheric howling wind
plastic birth yet full of life
sound that emanates from the vague
calling me from delicate glass doors
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Across the narrow hall lies a lonely room with empty chairs
In the misty distance warning signs oppress despair
Restrictions with well meanings
addictions with no end
Renew yourself in countless wishes
Exhaust desire induced by lifeless mimicry
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Imitations of the fake constitute to what is real
In this dimension of mirrored mediocrity
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Escape the realm of blemished life and condemnation will await
minds in fear of change
surround them in close range
Freezing useless peaceful thinking
Empathy is their claim
Apathy is their aim
Hindering evolution
Savoring our cleansed pollution
Realization can arrive
for all who seek it
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Rather soon or maybe late
Unwillingly for now we live in hate.
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