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evanescencefan91
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Biology doesn’t care about emotions or quality of life. All it cares about is it’s mere existence. Life is random, random events from multiple sources. Purpose is a product of evolution it does not exist outside our consciousness. Purpose kept our species going when basic instincts would have failed it. Purpose, fate reasons to live, are tricks of our genes to keep us alive and reproducing. When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone, they say we say hang on, that’s what our ancestors said. Every day spent a live is precious, hang on for one more day. When existence seemed futile, they said, for the clan, for our country, for our God, for our loves, for destiny, life They persevered, Lived, mated (for the clan) for life, it continued on like this, even though it did not need to. Had it not been, I would be asleep in calm nonexistence.
Life get’s a lot of praise from us humans. Because it’s the only thing we have, The starving man sees his sandwich as a feast, we see our lives as magnificent works of higher forces, we see mystery, wonder and divine were there is only emergence. This beauty is merely a trick to think it is meant to be divine and duplicate.
We are slaves to our mere existence
We are slaves to our hopes and dreams
We are slaves to our feelings and wants.
We are slaves to one more day
One more night
Spent alive
We are slaves
I must be careful what I say, what I write everywhere
I feel very 1984, the university is Big Brother
There are spies everywhere
People everywhere to help you
To look for every and any hindrance you have
This place must be perfect this place must be perfect
No suicides no murders,
The Students must be happy
They cannot be unhappy,
We will deal with them
They will be punished for not being happy being alive
They cannot have a bad experience
Just like anyplace anywhere
Do let there be a hindrance to our existence,
They are broken about to self destruct fix them
Cut them open peel the wires, force them back to the right place
Fix them
We have the power we have the knowledge
This is a disease, we will cure them
Chemo; poison through the veins to cure the mutated thoughts
They will lose their hair, their health their fake stability
Please don’t save me,
It will not be dramatic or drastic,
Smooth calm
Disappearing mist from the sea and breath
It will fade away and no one will think more of it
Someday I’ll dream of you and it won’t be a dream
Life get’s a lot of praise from us humans. Because it’s the only thing we have, The starving man sees his sandwich as a feast, we see our lives as magnificent works of higher forces, we see mystery, wonder and divine were there is only emergence. This beauty is merely a trick to think it is meant to be divine and duplicate.
We are slaves to our mere existence
We are slaves to our hopes and dreams
We are slaves to our feelings and wants.
We are slaves to one more day
One more night
Spent alive
We are slaves
I must be careful what I say, what I write everywhere
I feel very 1984, the university is Big Brother
There are spies everywhere
People everywhere to help you
To look for every and any hindrance you have
This place must be perfect this place must be perfect
No suicides no murders,
The Students must be happy
They cannot be unhappy,
We will deal with them
They will be punished for not being happy being alive
They cannot have a bad experience
Just like anyplace anywhere
Do let there be a hindrance to our existence,
They are broken about to self destruct fix them
Cut them open peel the wires, force them back to the right place
Fix them
We have the power we have the knowledge
This is a disease, we will cure them
Chemo; poison through the veins to cure the mutated thoughts
They will lose their hair, their health their fake stability
Please don’t save me,
It will not be dramatic or drastic,
Smooth calm
Disappearing mist from the sea and breath
It will fade away and no one will think more of it
Someday I’ll dream of you and it won’t be a dream
i like it. *hug*
