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What Does Distortion Create
I lay my gun down in front of me
And pray while darkness came
And gone. What does distortion create?
Immortality was one lie but so is the
Simple act of apathy. I cut my grass
To protect my vanity.
Decorating park benches never
Seemed more ridiculous.
While I possess this world
I'm complacent about its rules.
While I want the protection of the
System, I won't follow
Like a piston motored engine.
So I set my gun down
In front of me and pray
Prior to waiting for the bus.
I sit contemplative, majestic.
All bending and hopeful.
Winding tighter inside I
Burst with need.
Picking up the gun
To let it stand in front of me.
All this wishing won't
Birth anything.
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