Thursday, August 7, 2014

Poetry on a Fringe Train II

Too much to aggressively say, 

     Not caught up in 'truth's' at faith combat disagreement arms attention, Belief is a lucid derelict regret bed dream without every honest seconds conviction stance in moral everything is coloured purposes!

     Tell the pathetic journal kept at night scribe to lay awake attempting to describe the manner of twilight snow razor white lip's psalms as strength wains and life's devotion to death creeps unsettlingly in, Look instinctively up at the heroic lives of those who arose to thrive on the heathenistic no selfish indulgent backs of their own dedication! To living morality's saintly nearly rogue grey lines instead of arguing truths with empty fangs of the socio relgico traditionally controlled blind!

In lieu of our participation in,
Combatting the meaningless!

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