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In other news, blood spangled banter wreaks havok on the innocent residents of Cyberia.  Witnesses say there must be a method to this mayhem.  Meanwhile, Cyberians maintain there is no cause for alarm.  Stay tuned...

 

 

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torn atomic properties
interlock philosophies
a listless aristocracy
to busy for animosity
 
I walk upon the open page
divided inside a lawless cage
A witness to my mystery
a magician to my trickery
 
I'm not a poet, and you wouldn't you know it, I'm certainly not a rapper, I'm just a crapper, of lyrical nonsense, please don't take offense, I've wasted your precious time, dragging out this rhyme, I guess I ought to stop, before my lingo flops, oops I forgot to quit, I guess you're into it, because you must be an addict, to persist on reading this, syllabic gibberish bliss, now you really done it, how can you overcome it, the further down you go, makes your weakness show, to commit to going this low, wake up and start to grow, out of your immature interest, in this absurd delinguist, now it don't make no sense, you can't just sit on the fence, and keep on because you think its a joke, you must be a slow poke, when it comes to deciding stuff, like when enough is enough, maybe you just called my bluff, and you're hanging around for a puff, of some of my poetic cannabis, if you can handle this, I'll let it all spill out, because you're just like a trout, that keeps on taking the bait, so may I integrate, a bit of magistrate, the conviction has arrived, you won't believe your eyes, but it seems you passed the test, you are amongst the best, for having faith in me, and surviving this ridiculous read, so here it goes, this is the meaningful prose, starting after this, I hope you get your wish, 1, 2, 3, 4, here is your great reward (first, tune your inner monologue in, to the fantastic rhythm, of the sweet sounds that will follow, if it's not too much to swallow, your brothers and sisters can all sing along, now imagine a gong...)
 
I break upon re-entering
my orbit failed me once again
speeding, speeding, speeding
an egg without wings
must be broken in the name of progress
 
one must pray the egg did not come first
or confess inferiority to the unknown

TO SEVER AND PROJECT