Tuesday, August 16, 2011

The spirit of confusion
Is bred by impure intention
Perception is clouded
And the world conforms to the distortions
Bred by impure intent
The murky dense dream you tried so hard to remember
The puzzle you had to solve
Was that your life?
When you see the smoke arising from the rubble
And you look bleary eyed though
The pervading fog
Waiting for an answer
You cannot understand what you have created
Through impure intent

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