Thursday, December 19, 2013

August 31, 2013

We exist relatively in a world of change
Preference and guilt have no place
I sit in a solitary space
As the world, relatively, will change

Here we are born to manipulate
Opinion and fact are the same
Hoist high our flags when we say
Here we will manipulate

We claim that love is fate
Yet dismantle that love in a day
We don’t know why we lie or obey
Only death is truly our fate

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