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Bloodfeast

We�re all just human �
we�re all just nothing to no one �
this universe may not align �
with our selfish intentions �
that we can rape the earth �
because it was given to us; �
for we are given, from the earth �
who feeds �
and can take away �
who doesn�t choose a mouth that looks better �
some innocent 6 year old is no more �
important; a rich man loses a sock. �
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The cross on my bun �
reminds me that directions �
are no more valuable �
than the mind choosing for itself �
ever chaotic �
our lineage values nothing more �
than chaos �
we crave order �
but to what ends? �
what should we defend �
when in ideals we are deafened: �
-�another�s path cannot cross mine �
I will kill that path, it should not cross mine�- �
what is wrong here �
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where is righteousness �
how�s that definition doing these days? �
where�s equality �
and what does that even mean anymore? �
in truth, they (and their friends) are not here yet �
we pray for them, we want them �
yet evade them, and taunt them �
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I am no better than those bitter �
these fetters are brittle �
yet maniacal men machinists �
encourage; they strengthen with twine �
rusty links that shall never refine �
burning at one end �
while they chase the other �
there�s no difference �
only slaughtering faster �
while we hold our mother dear �
in fear �
actually wishing our ignorance strong �
so long as bliss can last �
through suffering the past �
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2012-09-10