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the beautiful harmonisation of mass hysteria,
as the blood pours from your ears.
bruises blooming purple wisteria.
it is beauty in its finest sprung from your tears
the gutteral screams sync up so nicely
in a kind of sporadic, erratic way
matching altogether so concisely
yet, matching not at all in a crazed array
teeth pulled from your head
your eyes dart around
how you wish that you were dead
but no such release for you will be found
oh, the fanciful fragility of human life
oh, the beautiful boast of human thoughts
oh, the loathefull love of human strife
oh, the awful awesomeness of humans
~ 000 ~ a symbol of infinite possibilities ~
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