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Two Truths and A Lie

Listen, here is the lie, there is order

and this is the hour where you find yourself.

Find value in your items you hoarder

and see there is no value in your wealth

But fear not you foolish naive young one

There exists nobody to judge you here.

Keep living like you have, keep having fun,

Ponder not the words of those who have fear.

No, heed my lecture, do not pass it off.

This devil lies to you, he wants your soul,

making you think you’re at a crest, not trough.

And he desires control of you whole.

A moment of order. Silence my heart.

Voices begone, I will choose my own part.

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Not What It Used To Be

Behold the grandeur of Earth!

The oceans, roaring

The mountains, soaring

The hills, rolling

Nature, continually giving birth

Life is beautiful

Animals, wonderful

Humans, thoughtful

I hold you all in endless worth

Behold, the failure of what was once free!

The oceans, growing

But growth, slowing

The people, knowing

Yet they do nothing but watch the world bleed?

The blue is now grey

The green is now gone since yesterday

Sadly, alone, I can only say

The Earth is Not What It Used To Be.

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Legend

Hark, hearten up and steel yourselves my friends

Look, that is the one who stories told of,

The figure immortal in the legends.

But lies and truth follow who we tell of

Know that glory is not kept for the just

Hate is as potent as adoration

Should the champion fail or let their skills rust

They shall know hell from their own old nation

But see that the warrior still moves on

They do not stop in fear, but push forward

Unto a new dawn, hesitation gone

Worry does not exist, moving onward

Look, there is one whose death is not their end,

Forever remembered in this legend.

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Life of mine

My pencil life, oh what a life

It’s not that nice

Is it right for me?

I don’t know what is right, or what to write

Someone please shed some light

On what my life should be.

Primarily pencils pretend,

Proactively pushing past past positions,

Eventually ending even ends,

Especially eviscerating egos,

But beating bushes bends

bubbles brought by barons.

Mind, what movement hath you wrought today?

Have you brought ingenuity in your time?

Recall that your movement isn’t only in what you say.

Make your “do” moments memorable, life of mine,

Manifest your dreams, build the way,

Hard Work and Manners commit no crime.

Pencil, what shall you write?

Will you fight for what is right?

Guess

Oh, you’re finally answering now?

So tell me, is it for yourself or the crowd?

Yes

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