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Insidious

it is true none-the-less, i am just begging for life to begin


if anything worked out for me in some miraculous way, yes


i would be happy, and like anyone else who makes their


plea and gets away with it without disappearing into thee


abyss, yes, i would choose to live, and i would talk like


the people talk, and i will walk from shop to shop and


i will seat at the table and i will eat the food the waiter


brings and i will not smash the glass over his face when


he doesn't listen, and i will keep trying everyday to be


happy like i was back then, only for a moment it was


between the total collapse of complete destruction of


the being i was, to whom i was becoming, with faith in


following the trail made ages ago where it leads no one


knows and when we get there what will it be then and


the question i guess is, do we have to do anything to


change what the outcome will be, or do we so choose


in someway to believe, that all is taken care of that all


that will be will be, and what will be will be perfect yes


we don't even have to try, what will be will unfold before


our eyes, like some illusion a magician reveals and pulls


the rabbit out of the hat, but the rabbit isn't metal it's


just a real live living rabbit covered in oil drip diseased


and the hat belongs to a homeless man with his face


painted dancing on the street and the people will go on


the people's will, what will they leave behind for earth


to once again have to recognize the world, the capsule


left buried by the stones, to remember again of this time


right now, would anyone out there open it, or shoot it


out of a fucking cannon into a goddamn bigger capsule


with more of the garbage in it then we can ever imagine


all the things that exist that are hidden that we don't see


because we don't really want to know to what degree these


things are happening, but i would be happy, yes, i would


i would go on into the burning forest back to my home


and i would forget almost everything i've said, i'll forget


i can't help it, but i won't forget what it means to me


and i won't forget the sand grain that never falls like a leaf

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