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2005-03-13 - OoOP
outside the shell of all there was within the general model it couldn't matter what one does apart from what was taught him... environmental factors and nucleic reactors orderly dictates and strong-willed clash debates the fuel behind the bios the mule of mind so pious chasing the carrot on a string dangled from a stick held out by an inner thing amassing, growing thick, cloud that reaches for the brass ring learning every trick all the greed beyond surviving ecosystem growing thriving boomtown child growing wild how were pleasant dreams defiled what broke in lies within runs the roulette wheel you spin takes your bets cools your jets justifies what leisure gets inconvenienced by the sound something rumbling underground hush - there in the spaces in between the solid places something mild gleaned, compiled, gushed air through the chases pneuma conscience twist knocking like a fist balled up tight to win against all those who sin double standard misapplied under-handed this is fried in the entropy inside what can set you free from pride? what conflicts you when denied? what can cross the great divide between these two extremes: our lives and our vain dreams how to silence this young cry as the sirens lullaby society's child exploited - why? the conscience was inverted the institute? perverted. the selfish dreams were heeded but not what was most needed the deck, stacked at the onset, inflation cosmology constant generated when created, but imposters corporate raided; all was nicely situated but the outlaw felt berated so he captured, confiscated all that was bestowed (created), it was conned and denigrated by this diabolic, jaded hi-jacker of denim faded, cooler than an under-rated con man with your soul, abated he usurps the consecrated royal crown on which it's stated "rule the earth and subjugate it" and the plan... well, he delayed it... somehow he got in (invaded) spread disease, insemenated, hired lawyers and debated but one prayer, if you have prayed it, (and this cannot be overstated) will exempt you from the fated clap-on lights-out pack and crate it the time to end all times the phase diagram still climbs and all outside still chimes in concert with these rhymes so stick 'em up, you slimes receive the pure enzymes for God Wants You (betimes) and the benefits are sublime!
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