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I The Three and Blaine The Meek

How to stop these strange urges,
When "smallest series sequnce diverges?"

Iodine homework, get good habits,
All my pain breeding like rabbits.
My insane mind feeding bandits,
I thought all I needed was a challenge.

I have my challenge. It tells me nothing.
Everyone everywhere is screaming something.
If all it was, I would have one thing,
To be inside a turkey stuffing.

Gobble it all, I'll help you fall,
It'll hurt if you're too tall.
Over the fence and through the wall,
Everyone shall have a mourning shawl.

A coffin to carry, a body to bury,
Flowers to push, and seeds to tarry.
I don't know which of which is scary:
No goodbyes or a blackness flaring.

A will to take, a will to break,
A will to pay for all mistakes,
A will to numb the cold heartache,
A will unwritten until I wake.

Write it all, in a pen alive,
Taken, embraced, by fingers five,
Floating, streaming all the time,
To dance and sing in insane rhymes.

We sing of horror, we sing of pain,
We sing of shadows, we insane,
We have one heart, one soul, one brain,
Me and my pen, Eleazar Blaine.

I the Three and Blaine the Meek,
How we rant and rave each week,
We've gone above and beyond the peak,
Of the perfect madness which we once seeked.

(I seeked and I sought,
To create words that are not,
Nonsense can't be fought,
If you never get caught).

(10/06/2010)