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I may start out by contemplating life, or listing all my strife,
to think of all the thought, that thinking alone has brought,
I think therefore I am, but I cannot understand, that though I might
attempt, I never am before I think.

So obviously thought is futile, since it leads to nothing, naught.
No, I don’t get answers, only questions, many of those are wrought.
A concious mind, is a troublesome find, and may only be found by
those who are blind, to the mental opression we bask in all day,
to the social suggestions, we task ourselves away.

A tumult, a war, all the fight, all the gore,
quite the dangerous four, at a nations front door
A society slaughter, come hell or high water,
A spiritual blunder, breaking some asunder,
hide under your sautter, it wont get much hotter
Especially with him, for he saves all within.

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