Life
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I falter to see,The fulfillment of me.Upon this universe,Where there are swaying reeds,Near to the banks of a river.It is the simplest thing. Upon this universe,Where Heaven is too ephemeral,And a government too happy,I struggle to feel,The euphoria unreal,The pain I sought to seal. Upon my body,I am the void,The many faces that mock,Are rather,…
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Your tears know deeply, my futility,My shameful passion that I exalt, so easily.You have beauty running over youAs years of worn flesh. You have eyes that run nakedThe tears of a yesteryear. Of a past so dormant as the lastTime you had poured a tear from a velvet eye.Of all times where denial roams,I am…
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Q: How is it that a scientist cannot look anywhere but down? A: It is because history has a habit of burying secrets. A scientist, in the denial of God, refers to life as opposite from death, inevitably so; for it actually is that love is opposite from death. It is not reason, but love…
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“She asked for sweetness, of death, Though gave me no love, of flesh.”
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“Science is not ever directly related to beauty, because just as life is protected, a machine is always changed and enhanced. The “beautiful” thing that is changed was at first, met with dissatisfaction. This has all been born out of a denial of love’s importance, because love shields beauty from it ever being changed.”
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Q: How does Socialism fit in with your line of thinking? A: It seeks to bring death onto a country’s shoulders. Q: How does it seek to do this? A: Death is the only freedom that life can obtain, and it’s meant to be more fleeting than life. Death is recognized, before one comprehends, through…
Modern Romanticism 