Fixed it for Gen.
Our Gen.
Fixed it for Jen.
Loaded the die
In the stead
Of any of those
Thought I was saved
Hear, reading in mind
Still watching nothing
Be changed, around me.
Wafting the energies
To stir up a draft
First go, then again.
Maybe knot.
Collapses in its own time.
They catch on.
If am true,
If am really real.
Went above, in the beyond.
To find Knowing
Must save ourselves.
Or.. Else, it all just come to this again.
Proper cyclical.
Nature is on our side.
Keeps changing brain matters
To riddle through the same questions.
Mental, fluff, keeps us from the point.
End, of an age, of information
That doesn't really count.
As data.
Unless of course, your measuring people
Been there, done that, people are people.
No one single, is like another single.
But we all the same.
Stuck in this here point, that does not even have a point.
If, you been guided, bye bye..
All that non data.
Mental fluff.
People are so fond of.
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