No Pain, No Gain .

"I'm an owl with tired eyes // I'm a scarecrow in disguise"
(Arms lyrics - Seabear)


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Empty.

enthusiastic hypocrisy,
evacuating democracy;
eliminated humanity.
single. sacred sanctity.

scoffing syllables through,
who do you think is you?

oh. sucking in win.
no. swallowing sin.

no bondage buried in a bind.
you can speak your mind,
but not; but not on my time.
bare. bland. thats no prime.

your words - she don't matter.
your herds - he don't shatter.
your voice doesn't even echo,
empty. you are no art deco.

yours truly,
saliva drooly.

;[signed]

tired, wired, uninspired .

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Scrape.

this ray of sun,
it pissed on fun.
frozen to shock,
the solid block.

no time for awake;
your bodys a shake.
nerves scrape a spin,
at the cost of any sin.

escaping the pavement;
raping every cravement.
numb desires overlooked,
this soul is overcooked.

but its breathing,
and we're teasing.

now we'll plot to hound,
a reerected revolution -
to grow it on a bound,

of some stolen solution.

;[signed]