![]() It's killing meA Poem by winter;lyraIt's killing me This new found idea of consequence It's strange to me The world where action does not premeditate it's immediate cause The cause stimulates the perpetrator to commit the mirrored crime in disguise To end up on the unwanted cause of the inverted wanted action And then it takes turns and curves and whirls It involves in it's own mathematical laws and turns humanity into monstrosity And it's killing me I tell you But I'm certain I won't die from this No one ever does This chaotic train fuels itself to my final breaking point It shall only take me there Am I being tested? It's effectiveness is so flawless that one may question if it is not more than just a peculiar particularity of mankind's nature © 2017 winter;lyraReviews
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