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Well, this is about someone trying to find a purpose.

Submitted: May 16, 2016

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Submitted: May 16, 2016




And then suddenly he ripped away his madness,

he threw his truth back to the ground where it belonged.

As silenced Buddhas stared at him with constant hatred,

He observed the life around us

and said,"What is our purpose?".

In this rusted city of glory

Where we all dream of void and oblivion,

When every inch of your cosmos strangles you back to life.

When you are enlightened not by truth but by lies.

Standing in the midst of our fallen generations 

I can see every inch of reality screaming for a purpose.

But then the Buddhas whispered again,

"That purpose had been dead since midnight".


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