All Spoken; Expect When Noted Otherwise

This is for my Grey Project
I compound all my December into a long poem

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What a skeletal wreck of a man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
Running rampant with free thought to free form
Trying to tempt the holistic tones

We all have a little sin
That needs venting,
Virtues for the rending
And laws and system
Stems ripped from the branches

Do you sense a purpose or purposely serve?
the value of a summer you spent,
And a winter you earned
The day of the week,
For them to catch a breath
Place their hand on the big black book

The December vacation is a countdown
Time minus your life and counting
You talk about killing time;
Time kill us in silent
Instead it's time to drag you tongue across the sugar cube
Get a taste of life
And stop
"What The Fuck Is Going On?!"
"What The Hell Is Going On?!"

See, you're me and I'm you
He watch all the things we do
And like a smack of spite
He threw us down the stairs
Plunge us into the dead spot
Again and again

Where and when no one else around
It's just you and me
And was never anyone to begin with
He, who i called
The Great Magnet of Malicious Magnanimous Refuse

We'll gonna die someday
That's the way it is
We said too much and done too little
Some gaffer taped in the middle
Saying a little prayer
Save face
Get themselves together
And SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING!

We're a wreck
An accident
Forget the freak
We're just nature
Let the heads cool
And the engine runs
Because in the end
Everything we do is just
Everything we've done
What we're waiting is death
Our final destination
But what matter is
What have you done while waiting....

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