The Venture had is the Journey gone,
not awry,
the quest of shown.
Take heed in such a stance,
the World falls,
dies romance.
Pleasure taken not given,
receive,
the mounting pressure is to deceive.
As if to Read site unseen,
is more to hear,
what is living.
The audible tone of which you bleed,
the words so drone,
silence speech,
your loud in sound.
Deafening the language shout,
discernment wise,
is it heard or realize?
Since my birth,
much to blame,
this Life on Earth seems to train.
Quiet spoken screaming cry,
shut-out the babble,
streaming from your head.
I'm so tired of this curse,
as you grapple with your lies,
you open mouth and make it worse,
proof in sample.
The blaring verse pours-out,
perverse,
than you speak and state what's nursed.
Hook yourself,
computer wealth,
now that it can read your mind,
it will prove,
a different kind does exist,
and in the end it will be missed.
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