1. |
Wokefest
05:23
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I wrote to myself
back in 2019.
It was good advice
that's now bad.
They're dead now.
Reeling with the worms.
Feeding me now who
just died too.
I'm writing
to me
right now
for right now.
They will eat them,
who ate me,
who hate me.
I'm they
someday,
by some means,
but not now.
They just ate me,
like I ate the others.
They're dead now.
Reeling with the worms.
Feeding me now who
just died too.
They're dead!
They're dead now.
They're dead!
They're dead!
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2. |
An Ode to Bucciarati
05:18
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I am on the brink of burning all away.
My mind is ever assaulted by
psychological arms,
a ghost in the shell,
a blight on the soul!
I can't take more of this!
I feel all of me ripped by everything.
I'm tired!
So afraid!
This feels hopeless!
Taking everything back from that point,
everything is back to the same point.
It won't even matter.
Nothing can escape all the rot when
all we do is let these things fester.
It all feels so tired.
Taking everything back from that point,
everything is back to the same point.
There is nothing!
Nothing can escape all the rot when
all we do is let these things fester.
There is nothing!
We pull,
push back
the sun,
everything.
Endeavors
in vanity.
As sand falls.
It's all for nothing!
Endeavors
in vanity.
As sand falls
through the hourglass.
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