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With fervor and celebration,
They march on,
Bright eyes gazing to the sky,
So that they may not gaze the bodies underneath...
Carved up stone,
So beautifully painted and shaped,
Such perfect masks,
To hide the faces of monsters...
Almost ethereal they seem,
In their beauty and grace,
That ethereal is as close,
As they can get to reality...
Every encounter with them,
Divine in their grace,
Leaves you forever changed,
Missing the parts they took from you...
Those angels you know,
Who are disguised as men,
Who so sweetly decieve,
And are demons wearing angel skin....
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A random blank verse...
People are monsters...
Monsters should be exterminated, ne?
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Do they not look beneath because they will see the souvenirs of their guilt? Or because they being in Heaven/Hell... Will see the Earth and us humans?
And life without insanity would not be no life at all... So if you killed the monsters... You would have no one to write about... No one to be sad about... No void inside... No nothing... No companion... Lone...
And life without insanity would not be no life at all... So if you killed the monsters... You would have no one to write about... No one to be sad about... No void inside... No nothing... No companion... Lone...
Hmm... didn't you just say something equivalent to Heaven is pointless?
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