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from the duder at tfk, his two poems.
Heat rises up from the esoteric core
with each passing day
they are wanting more and more and more.
With their heat comes a scorching flame
Few on the surface see their game
The factories know not original works
Bound, gagged and blinded their dreams restricted
Is it no wonder they are so addicted?
The cities are clouded
not knowing which is right
Tricked by circumstances
they race on through the night
The Grand Illusion is horrifying to see
because it means you have broken free
And when the clouds dissipate
the fires will die down
Maybe then, they will see Your crown
Cities shine with narrow beams of light
Separated by space they gleam in the night
They reflect the light of others,
not always absorbing the entire spectrum
I feel the pulse of a wasteful stride
A way of life that is destructive
and can never be kind
Fixated on the image they dare not go beyond
Afraid of what the truth brings;
with no more deliberate hardships to stumble on