Friday, April 25, 2014

2.1087 : 4/24/08 : Sacrifice

I have been oh so clever
Could I be oh so pleasant
the frying of my synapses
creates for him a pleasing scent
if it will all be consumed
then all my sacrifice is for naught
and how many would laugh at that
seeing all I’ve got
sick of trying to wrap my head around
poles of justice and security
fearing both are illusions
and nothing’s really up to me

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