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Where Life Comes From, And Where it Goes, Is like the Wind, Nobody tells me, and Nobody Knows.

A God, So Powerful, That he Created All? Where did he come from? And when Did he Fall?

Some sort of Explosion, A Big Bang, if you will, What causes Something? To Exist after Naught? If not retarded expositions, Into Foolish Thought.

To be clear, We are here, Chanting, Unrelenting,

Cognito Ergo Sum

Hoping thought is not a plot against us. Hoping reality is not a plurality and when it ends... It will be Over.

No more tricks and games, No More Suffering and Pleasure Planes, No More Heaven or Hell or Purgatory.

Just a simple end that doesn't require an Explanation.

Only complete existence Termination.

Where Life Comes From, And Where it Goes, Is like the Wind, Nobody tells me, and Nobody Knows. A God, So Powerful, That he Created All? Where did he come from? And when Did he Fall? Some sort of Explosion, A Big Bang, if you will, What causes Something? To Exist after Naught? If not retarded expositions, Into Foolish Thought. To be clear, We are here, Chanting, Unrelenting, Cognito Ergo Sum Hoping thought is not a plot against us. Hoping reality is not a plurality and when it ends... It will be Over. No more tricks and games, No More Suffering and Pleasure Planes, No More Heaven or Hell or Purgatory. Just a simple end that doesn't require an Explanation. Only complete existence Termination.

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[–] • 1 pt

The first two verses are flawless.

The thing I'm most grateful for is I never learned proper meter.

So much of what I wrote would have never happened if I had learned meter in the first place.

The same is true of this poem.

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Meter is cool if you know how to do it, which I obviously don't.

I think the most important part about poetry is creating something which shows people the other side.

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I think the most important part about poetry is creating something which shows people the other side.

Yours appears deliberate, mine is mostly spontaneous. Would be a lot more prolific if I could just turn it on like that whenever I want.

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Ya take the line,

Ya grease it with Slime,

And ya spike it in,

To what you spite,

Force you words,

Into ears,

And let them listen

To their own Fears.

Simple word,

Totality unheard,

And they won't read it

Anyway.