The crashing of newspapers and the crumpling of glass,
An ode to contra
Flaming thrones splattered across university halls,
Preaching a point of collision of obvious notions of insanity
All to unify a sense of predicament; sanity
Having to justify will not account to a point of peace, only judgement
You and I both know that.
The frolic of expressions twisted with youthful desires.
Understandable, I’m sure.
Is it fucking necessary?
The English way does not race up to a point of absolution
Having to stereotype is a well-versed language that is being influenced
world-wide.
Deception wishes a world like ours.
No one is safe.
Political leaders attempt to chair their way into hearts with soft and confident tone.
Yet, the people obviously think they are smarter then they think.
Fucking illuminati bullshit
Blooming aggravations justify points of yearn,
Various tangents of generosity clear doubts of paradox.
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