Divide

I haven't been writing anything for what, almost a week now? I guess I've been lacking the will or motivation to do so. Anyway, here I made a little randomness just so I'd be able to cut my bumming spree, and at the very least update my Multiply.

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Here it goes. Can't help but fancy free verse so sort out the sheer randomness of this shit.


Pangs of reality transpire with the sedation of a cold heart.
Over driving the mind into digressing towards salvation-
Enthroning the self to the pedestal of superficial happiness;
Mandating the self to the void of mere existence.

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Beauty's belial was prosecuted by the eyes of mortality.
Engulfed in the pyre corrupted with a capital sin,
Appeasing to a temporal wishful thinking,
Utopia without light, vision without sight, a day that is night,
To the top of an upside down paradise,
Yammers trail and echo in the expanse of human epiphanies.

Intertwining existence and truth breaks the chains to set reality into reality.
Subrosa of human voids signify a paradigm shift of the human heart.

Bestowed upon mortality is an incomprehensible reality,
Inducing the hands of fate and the threads of destiny,
And the master of puppets will set you free.
Nine lives I'll spend to admire life's beauty - her beauty.
Chance I may never be this happy,
And chance I may never define love this extravagantly.

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Oooohh there's a twist as you've noticed.

Kindly notice the poem then.

This is the analysis of a friend of mine named Fred.