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A Thought On My Generation
As marijuana was in the air
The words of my generation
Were inebriated in a pleasure
Of never known elation!
Laughter roared like the ejection
of a long slept volcano;
Sense and reality was a meta-sensation
What they didn't will to know.
Nature was an infertile womb
As failed their minds to captivate;
Abiding in the oblivion of tome
What is designed by the tactful fate.
My generation is blinded by
The glittering of matter here;
In fits of passion they will to die
As marijuana was in the air!
___Azrael Pavel
The words of my generation
Were inebriated in a pleasure
Of never known elation!
Laughter roared like the ejection
of a long slept volcano;
Sense and reality was a meta-sensation
What they didn't will to know.
Nature was an infertile womb
As failed their minds to captivate;
Abiding in the oblivion of tome
What is designed by the tactful fate.
My generation is blinded by
The glittering of matter here;
In fits of passion they will to die
As marijuana was in the air!
___Azrael Pavel
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