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Mysterious burns From the theory's return Told merely to learn Healing the feeling Of stealing the Word Peeling the ceiling Revealing absurd The ego recedes though Voices speak stern Nemo believes so Remorse meets hope A sideways glance Makes the high plains dance A mild advance Takes a childlike chance Millennium children Are calling the crowd Too plenty real ones Are stalling the proud Kneel when the deal comes Applauding the cloud Meal with the sealed Son Marauding allowed Painting on a torn canvas Monsters Incorp. Waiting on a born bandage Daughters of York Fear is manhandling The bravest of us all Mere boys dismantling Ravers paid to brawl Seekers of the truth Disdained on the cross While dealers of the youth Train to hate the talk Of religion and decision Since this chapter is done Imprisoned by insistence That it's a matter of fun The humorless can humor this: God's holding a gun To shoot the ruthless suitors Unbeholding of Love Abortion-up and contracept So sex can be free? Export our work and deepen debt Seed sin's progeny… Crack-pipe lust and women wane Can’t quite trust in giver’s gain All for one, the one is vain The old are drunk, the young remain The poetic pulse Is a noetic waltz Our regretted faults Make magnetic halts Hell hath no fury Like well watered worry Tell God to hurry This stale static story Like a life gone to waste Change the hype into haste Set a sight, make a place Work a right, take a break.
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