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The seasons die out, one after another; cries of annihilation howl in the wind...

A man not susceptible to the charms of the city looks up at the moon and notices how unrefined it all is.

 

Among an everyday life tripped up by the mud, the rain itself tastes of alcohol;

With eyes filled with apathy as they wander the city, innocents gather in front of the station, acting suspiciously.

 

In order to uphold the unsteady fact that I'm me, it;s like my half-transparent shadow is has come to life.

If I were to sing in the rain, would the clouds part? My life is all dried up in the midst of this bustling summer.

 

Dear My Loathsome Past, to you I offer this poem of farewell!

I have cast away the remains of these days that can't get any worse, these most terrible dreams even if it kills me.

For in the next life, a flower will bloom to tell you a poem of transition;

A song filled with suffering, of which to grieve and moan, but never to die out... even if it is starved of sunlight.

 

Tomorrow' dies out, one after another; even if you hurry, you'll miss them as they become the past,

But to we who hurry through life, our flames are fickle, and we're always adding meaning after the fact.

In order to uphold the unsteady fact that you're you, your unstable ego ventures to despise you; I you were merely able to sing, would the darkness be dispelled? Your life has been left up to a dream rotten at the core.

 

Dear My Loathsome Past, to you I offer this poem of farewell!

I have cast away the remains of these days that can't get any worse, these most terrible dreams even if it kills me.

For in the next life, a flower will bloom to tell you a poem of transition;

A song filled with suffering, of which to grieve and moan, but never to die out... even if it is starved of sunlight.

 

With a tired face, limping along; squinting at the reflected sunset...

We spend some time wondering if we should go or head on back. I'm sure we'll face hardship... but after the slightest hesitation, we straighten up and head onward.

That's right, we have to go! Even with nothing, we have to go on living!

After all, our lives were just picked up along the way - we'll leave them here as we proceed, what little they are.

 

Dear My Loathsome Past, to you I offer this poem of farewell!

I have cast away the remains of these days that can't get any worse, these most terrible dreams even if it kills me.

For in the next life, a flower will bloom to tell you a poem of transition;

A song filled with suffering, of which to grieve and moan, but never to die out... even if it is starved of sunlight.

 

Seasons revived, one after another

Posted
Shut up you brainless worm.

 

 

 

Yes, correct.

 

says the most annoying person on this forum that creates alt accounts to shit talk a moderator that reks you everytime, lolol.

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says the most annoying person on this forum that creates alt accounts to shit talk a moderator that reks you everytime, lolol.

 

Says the salty worm who has teeth so yellow that they match butter and also got bans equal to his post number.

 

So shut up worm.

 

I'm so reved up that I will start insulting you, yellow teeth boy.

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Says the salty worm who has teeth so yellow that they match butter and also got bans equal to his post number.

 

So shut up worm.

 

I'm so reved up that I will start insulting you, yellow teeth boy.

 

triggered47 4head

 

it consumes

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