To divide to frenzy.
How often our the secret dreams, what refuge.
Our desires our consumption.
Agitated by immorality knowing the false spelling.
Holding a mighty glare what consequence.
Are most in the vast schemes without the support of the populous, no matter how brilliant, how positive
it will mater not.
Tribal scrawling on ares rock, a place I have not yet seen with these living eyes.
I care not I dream about elucidating in meditation how vast we can be.
Condemn me to the social envoirment, and the plithy design.
It matters not the time period we exist within the results are quite predictable as a coin flip.
There may be variations in the coin flipped yet essentially the results are the same.
When people are involved, some form of tomfoolery will occur.
They divide to frenzy.
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