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Unseres Kampf It is futile to cry for mother's milkUnseres Kampf by ~Bollocks-MacKenzie
while our true sustenance awaits us
among the stars.
Pity,
Pity that falls like evening rain,
Down onto us, on our inabilities,
Our inability to be a bee-hive,
An ant's nest, a flock of flamingos.
Ants we may be but ant is more true.
We greedily devour the world as a flower devours sunlight,
And give no thought to opening up when it does not benefit.
We throw pity up, so that it may fall like rain to comfort us.
But the rain interferes with the ants' path,
Traps it, hurts it, drowns it.
This nest, this flock, this hive,
Are all impossible when the immersive pity blinds
Sta.sh
good i found a place where i can get more people to make fun of my work
oh well back to lit homework
p.s. we need a Bollocks emoticon
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-You're all wrong till you start thinking properly.
by that i mean not caring about anything other than getting the hell off this planet.
by planet i mean mortal coil.