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Some see flairs of passion.
I see red light bulbs....
Molds of future-to-be-dispicables
telling fables
which enables outright delinquency.
The frequency of this habitually
outruns any common sense...
Fences built around truth as to
keep all wanting it so much
but never letting a touch come through...
Who are YOU?
Who did you think you were?
differ from the maximum capacity crowd
and scream your answers aloud!!
shrowds of docile attitudes and
feuds of never-to-mean-anythings
crude forms of judgement
blended with tempting things
what will you do to rise above?
Judgements can be skewwed by tears of anger OR love!
Prove your dirty-mouthed-lies and
ties to sodomy with terrorists
as clenched fists stand for things
WAY beyond a muscle contraction...
is there punishment for your action?
because people want flairs of passion....
but all I can see is red light bulbs.
Meant to be flicked on or off
with a twitch
all energy spent on
labeling
which is which,
while finding your nitche
in normality...
Fataly accepting that fallacythat this is what it takes to succeed...
Breed more!!
have a 10-score of children
to work your feilds for a livin'
you can convince them that
passion's what your given....
when you know its all just red light bulbs.



MAC.... 2007