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Lately i come to realize, the matter at hand//
Gatherin thoughts that re-arise, when nothing goes as its planned//
It feels like - demonic possession, melancholic depression//
Chronic bipolar disease or masonic obsession//
The feeling that the feelings aint feelin right//
Or that u aint feeling shit at all and everything just really might//
Run out in the sand// left in the desertland//
i look for what i cant understand//
A newbrand food for thought i cant taste or hold in my hand//
In retrospective, reality is the enemy//
In my memory, even hell glimpsed of the heavenly//
I must escape the prison of materialism//
Or atleast try to envision what it is and what it isnt//
My cynicism is far from fictional fairy tales//
Picture hell// painted on buildings with windows looking like prison cells//
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