Endowed with the art of casting names upon its being
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The humans claimed dominion over every living fucking thing.
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Proud as purpose as they became to walk the Earth as they arraigned
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The common creatures caught within the corpus
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Curse, concious human brain.
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Every word thats ever written will fall short of its intent
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Even spoke, or sung, or screamed they will betray what they have meant
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Language is the hearts lament, a weak attempt to circumvent the loneliness inherent in the search for permanence.
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(like all the future ghosts who scratch thier names in wet cement).
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Demeaning meaning as they shout out at the emptiness
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Abstraction is the stake between anima and animus
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Deflesh the word as scourge of human destiny
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Behold the world in other people, life is clarity.
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Spoils
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Protest The Hero |