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S'aints Per'serve Us,Our MedicineTrue,Faithful

a blighting
     night's daze,
a dream not-so-sweet, yet preferable
to thee'lusions of
this alleged waking time....


             tis[a]bit difficult,
             as ironies go,
to not be pained & besorrowed to
hear children chant
             "I know I know
              I know.....this/that
              I know     (better)..."
growinUp into dualizeed,multi(facet) manipulators'o
              personal property precious
              passed-on-down, picked clean
to imitated an order-of-'real' not t'be mis
              taken for anydamnthing else /


whatever remains of this,[which/what] supposed
              "being", (further supposed as
              "being this, I[y]am"),
has lost it's bearing[s] in a manner so silly
              as to be this under-blown
              &[this] over'fed
of foods, medic'pills...a post-industry
              haste'o godswill
all ways at yOur service



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Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
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