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Splattered ink, The canvas sung a merry tune of red, of pink. But see here now, This mural wall so vast and empty, Lifetimes lost would then it take, To fill this endless, empty wall, To then from now. The painter frowned, No splatter heard but just a timid, brushing sound. Of simple folk. An ocean lay before his hands, But must he drown? An average, ordinary line he splattered, And felt the brush with every stroke. To fill this endless empty wall, To then from now.

Liars and beggars and robbers and thieves. Fires ablaze as one child deceives. I before we, except after she. Thinking and thinking, for now I know drinking, Won't help, but I long for the day I stop blinking. Repeat after me: Repeat after me. I long for the day I stop I thinking. Or start.

When I talk to you, I feel like I should just stop talking to you. Our conversations are never productive, and we always have the same conversations. Nothing changes after our conversations. You never seem interested in the topic. My words don't really matter to you, but I'm not offended, because I don't care that you're listening. And that's awful. I feel like your insistence on stating your point rather than listening to mine is causing me to do the same. Is this what I will inherit? Are you the reason it's so hard for me to care about other people? Why does I always feel like nothing you say matters? By your words alone, what y

Infantile single file, Teachers shout and children smile. A cut in line, but not so fast, Last is first and first is last! Sneakers shuffle, faces turn, A body's added to the pile. Grating metal hatches groan; The furnace roars and speaks disdain, My orange face sees dancing bones, Now truly have I gone insane. I mean, just listen to my tone. THE VOICES CANNOT PENETRATE A PERSON SUCH AS I. I SAW A MOTHER RIPPED TO SHREDS AND NEVER QUESTIONED WHY. I FELT A WAVE OF EMPTY FEAR COME RACING THROUGH THE FIRE AND THROUGH MY FACE I FELT DISGRACE AND RAISED THE BODY HIGHER. IT TWITCHED AND SHOOK MY SKINNY ARMS AND DANGLED ON THE ROPE BUT NOW I KNOW

Seven lovely lumps of bread, Leavened wheat and darkened rye, Cooking, burning, black and red, Underneath the summer sky. Seven lovely women too, Blonde brunettes and paper thins, Beauties bathed in black and blue, Thanks to quite devoted men. Seven powers never seen, Mansions, earrings, golden vaults, Wasted humans pasted green, Standard hue and set default. Seven lovely oil wells, Bubbling brooks of death intact, Oh, the day the buckets fell, Painting Prophets perfect black. Seven lovely pointed hoods, Eyes cut out and colored white, White, the hue of all that's good, All that's wrong and all that's right. Seven lovely gifts for kids,