Instinct

Instinct

A Poem by J. Grant
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The web of deceit we all call instinct.

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Reason, Logic, Peace, Tranquility such things exist only when instinct can not. Each only a beast of instinct and death each give way to insincts many webs.

 

Reason gives way to treason, logic to destruction, peace to war, tranquility to damnation. Webs of infinite deceit, this agression the death this brings withen the webs of infinite deceit.

 

The breath of life give you life but it starts the clock of your decay. The world is worthless deceitful and wrong, yet man cares not for any of it.

 

Mans shrines to our gods waste away in time our gods just forgotten, as they let us wither and die. The idea of eternal life slithers withen our mind birth from our distrust of god, excepted by man for our fear of deaths cold inbrace.

© 2010 J. Grant


Author's Note

J. Grant
I'm not thinking of suicide if thats what your thinking after reading this, I simple am feed up with this stupid amount of hypocrasy withen the whole world. This is in reality my first peom outside of school so work so its not that good but all well.

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Added on October 15, 2010
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J. Grant
J. Grant

Zanesville, OH



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