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Grim Weeper
Rip a strip of wet pillow, stick it in an empty beer bottle. Light the end on fire but nothing seems to happen. An allegory of my life, they call me the molotov floptail. As my flame it will not light, inspiration feeling frail. My canvas remains blanc; white. A blend of nought and pale…
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now this is art

The content describes undoing what has been written, turning dust into water, and water into life. The author marvels at the art and proclaims the birth of a new world. They speak of splitting the universe, achieving freedom, and referencing numbers in progression as a theme.
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Fantanlantis

There exists, out there, a desperate wish. For man to return to the realm of fish. Atlantis beckons and it calls forwards throughout time…
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Marionettes of Fractured Dimensions

The poem describes a sinister force, the Marionettes, seeking to control and feed off your life and soul energy. They create an invisible link to manipulate and ensnare you, causing mental despair and anguish. The victim becomes a puppet, cursed and doomed to never be free from their control.
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Blinded to Truth; Humanity Aloof

Through the dust you can see. Splash it into your eyes and become blinded by truth. Poof…
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World War Tree

Whos it gonna be? Good… god. For whoever you might be, whether a woman or a man or quite possibly a tree…