Fiction 2 (feat. Beans)

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Nicolas Bernier

Nicolas Bernier (28 June 1664 – 5 September 1734) was a French Baroque composer. more »

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Nuclear families give birth of no more than 2 since the States regulates child bearing
If I don't like you, I'll kl you
Then clone you and relieve me of my guilt
Why he's nothing like you except the same face I detest
Were they on to something
Did Heaven's Gate know something we didn't
Are Earth's final lashes given by the tail end of a comet
Who profits most from our paranoia
Revolting in it's inhumanity
Influence spans eight arms of the sun
Cult of emptiness
Sprinkling synthetic static
A disregard of quality in its purest form
A poem of nothing
A torrent of ridicule
Followed by a roar of laughter much worse  a despair longer than its length
Paradox of juxtapositions parallel bypass recycled over drums
Teeth rattling regimen pinnacle of a peninsula
Checking the inside of its eyelids for it's sweet repose
Lost all its charm unresolved
We died for freedom once now dying for nothing
Robbed of gunpoint of reason
A faith slowly dissolved
A violation of dignity precipitating a crisis
Isolated tremors are ideas encapsulated in the shape of an elongated tear
Erupts like blood of an artery
An escape by entrance a slow struggle
Intertwined in ways in which it was not built
Lifeless in motion withheld
Denied of its volume
A fatigue under the forecast of dawn
No longer wet with the kiss of bright expectations
Or hope of gathering audience
Integrity betrayed its participants
Thirst in its tears
No pays attention because they don't expect much and plead for a return of the same
On invitation
The acrobat of death bestows his gift of sleep
Exalt his glaring error
A smoulder deceit cast by their own reflection caught in its own trap
A gesture passing acts as a cry of exo-methylated spirits exempt from duty
With exonerate arms grasping their last embrace
Waving the germ of its own destruction
A used tea bag antiquated
Hard to conform to the necessities of translation
A audacity aroused tremendous enthusiasm embody the fruit of illuminations
Harnessed by provoking fidelity flaunted by alienating on the brink of abyss
One leap entry is free to proceed in exhilarating abandon forward as a call to arms
A desire lying dormant
Repel against the avid trade of stench as a roar in the reign of silence
Ventilator crash scars dethroned
Untying a mass of knots that don't unravel is sparse moments from corridors
Brutal display of contours gleaming angles
Surged forward so immersed furiously in acceleration
Not even fearing it might split the skin
A 40 ft. dive in a glass of water
A lost cause at their mercy
Pitted against odds tailored in deficit
Who casts shadows looming over approval
A constraint constructed and crippled by remorse
Mechanisms in thought
Explore the perfect sculpture
A soft circuit
Shy and self-conscious
That hides behind words like closing a door
Just to make sure
No one is looking in

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