DISCORD RELOADED (poetry)

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I invented how it feels,
inverted all my deeds,
so curse the name behind the tyranny,
I am calling that prying eye of yours.
So, yes, please! One more time!
Gold plated obscurus,
does it even feel,
the bootleg in the mud, do you know what,
stop, fine, - the laws of nature are inept,
a howling cat waits for fish in a cue,
this is a clue, one riddle, one that has none.
So, yes, please! One more time!

Question is never when, but how,
because the When will come,
and it is so, so, so ... easy, easy, easy,
when you know where the bullets go.
Without the high pressure, I am not wanting it,
without limits breaking, you are not feeling it.
But none, not a single one
hits so precisely to your vanity, like the curiosity.
You don't need a thing on this side,
a victory is even being brave,
to look down the lane,
and you are bored, so - stop, fine -
enough, I invented how it's done.

Enough of ghoul pod deliberacy,
sweet talk bubble gum, aw petals are falling,
I'm just waiting when its broken,
aw, I'm a flower too, aw quite some;
What amazes me, what intrigues me,
that she never asked,
while being shoved down,
how he sleeps in full get-up,
who is that poltergeist
getting snapshots instead of her, so to answer
a question half-done, whose crown
fell the first, whose hand was out
before the time.

So, yeah, discord reloaded,
that space in your head, to answer one
more of you,
that space in between the bubbles,
the dimension, like
the snake crabbing in-between existence,
and all the things inside pressed in between
the cardboards of up and down,
devouring each other,
they need, they want, they have to have,
the agonizing desire to engorge upon one another...
What's the point to explain,
when Sun dawns the Moon,
and all is upside down.

Don't tell me it is the Universe
roaring at us, that sound, that is the end,
I invented how it feels, the nothingness,
so don't tell what a hell,
just entertain the fuck out of them.
Abort their stars, abdicate gods,
say which one,
because there it is, a
chaos snake on the horizon,
snarling heavily - down with the pharaoh,
down with the liar and thief,
he stole your credence off key.

The synchronicity of the goodness,
of godliness, it all stops now, if you do.
This ascension into the nowhere,
do they even know where we go?
Enough of ghoul pod deliberacy,
sweet talk bubble gum, aw petals are falling,
I'm just waiting when its broken,
aw, I'm a flower too, aw, quite some;
so stop, fine, - the laws of nature are inept,
a howling cat waits for fish in a cue,
this is a clue, one riddle, one that has none.
So, yes, please! One more time!

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