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Description
Like a Needle to the Thread
I run to the point.
Shuffle the mortal toil,
Life life to its happy medium.

Comprimice,
the word for the day!
To use it in a sentence.
My life one big...
Comprimice.

Skip to center.
The core of my reality.
Epicenter of my being.
Focus of Distinction.

Craveing Ease of Mind
Peace of Soul
and a heart singing true.
Where be these things?

Abstrace Parables?
Mimiced Literature.
Predetermined thought process?
Media Mindstorm?

Dare I say not?
These ideals burn to to cinder.
But to cure, prehaphs not.
For no simple answer comes.

To Ease my mind would be to Fail.
A Peace of Soul would bring Choas.
And most importnently,
My Heart, is horse from Previous Screams.

What fills then the void?
How may I comprimice these things?
To be true nature or vivid Deviant.
Sway from the beaten path.

This I propose,
you may take as it were.
I sence a change.
No one single epidemic changed.

However, the aspects of my condidion mended.
How may I cool the burn?
Or control the fire?
Maybe even quench the thirst?

The anwser is simple, Distraction.
Its a fighting plea.
But, maybe the answer premotes
what it plans to solve?

To the voctor go the spoils.
He who dares is bliss.
Catch phrase anyone?
They end here.

Ditract me from my pain.
Amend my Torn Soul.
Silence the Peace I fear.
Forcefeed me Chicken soup Manic.

Ironicly, even if able,
Dangoursly so its wrong.
I could and would not ask of this.
But, to hear me out is enough.

As the great Mister he has said before.
I will survive my problems,
But whats the point?
Chastity and Clebisy are Vulgur.

Description
Like a Needle to the Thread
I run to the point.
Shuffle the mortal toil,
Life life to its happy medium.

Comprimice,
the word for the day!
To use it in a sentence.
My life one big...
Comprimice.

Skip to center.
The core of my reality.
Epicenter of my being.
Focus of Distinction.

Craveing Ease of Mind
Peace of Soul
and a heart singing true.
Where be these things?

Abstrace Parables?
Mimiced Literature.
Predetermined thought process?
Media Mindstorm?

Dare I say not?
These ideals burn to to cinder.
But to cure, prehaphs not.
For no simple answer comes.

To Ease my mind would be to Fail.
A Peace of Soul would bring Choas.
And most importnently,
My Heart, is horse from Previous Screams.

What fills then the void?
How may I comprimice these things?
To be true nature or vivid Deviant.
Sway from the beaten path.

This I propose,
you may take as it were.
I sence a change.
No one single epidemic changed.

However, the aspects of my condidion mended.
How may I cool the burn?
Or control the fire?
Maybe even quench the thirst?

The anwser is simple, Distraction.
Its a fighting plea.
But, maybe the answer premotes
what it plans to solve?

To the voctor go the spoils.
He who dares is bliss.
Catch phrase anyone?
They end here.

Ditract me from my pain.
Amend my Torn Soul.
Silence the Peace I fear.
Forcefeed me Chicken soup Manic.

Ironicly, even if able,
Dangoursly so its wrong.
I could and would not ask of this.
But, to hear me out is enough.

As the great Mister he has said before.
I will survive my problems,
But whats the point?
Chastity and Clebisy are Vulgur.