Dec 28 2008
& now for a bit of writing…
Hm ho. Onward we go.
Marching, marching away
to the dawn of a brand new day
there we go, once again.
Two-step plays, in the beat of the legs
the pumping of the heart as they turn
then they start going, going, being led
astray, to the path of their doom
and there’s no other way, they claim
with such false conviction, their horrid
self-addiction so evident in the light
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sounds like an illuminati poem to me.