Notes from the alternate dimension
Oh, how treachorous thou women
are, and how mad my family,
and how unforgiving this society,
and how unrelentless is injustice...
sow a reaper for the times of new,
and forthcoming to an apocalypse
of grazing old comers. It’ll come swiftly and quintessentially,
my life never withholding but a scant
reminiscence of a time unforgotten
to the ages, ones to convey within,
and hands to throw a hundred men
or more. Big plans, never seeming
to slowly and surely become another
exotic person, born of black eyes,
streaks of dye, and popular among
the youth. But hear me out, love is anything
but superior, life never inferior!
Would you prefer the less
meaningful (life) over the less
essential (love)?; for if one’s
wiseness is superior, then that one
can now realize, that such is true.
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