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And it speaks to us, encouraging growth, war is the game, it is our base!

The strength and stature of our fear, birth into this world, forming from the mud into walls and shelter. Becoming a sanctuary for sleep and every man put asunder, from comfort to prisons adored with all amenities, ever evolving, techno beast, new age master brain. Centralized outlets shoveling food down our throats, captive in a labyrinth of inhabited brick, we scurry about, in design, in fiction, in art and in war.

Are we forgetting? are we losing touch?

Are we forgetting where weíve come from and why we left?
Cementing our steps as higher we climb, the atmosphere of comfort suffocating the spirit of humanity. Creating robots of children in schools and in their homes, dictating motion, are we losing touch of ancient answers, of obsolete happiness losing touch of contentment because itís old, limiting transcendence, forcing us to drown in bodies of clothes, in dances of absent inspiration, to the drums of forgotten rhythms of modern buildings and electro music, vibrations altered through concrete and plastic, vibrations not natural but of vibrations of many, of greed of enterprise, vibrations echoing through our TVís, bouncing off the walls, surrounding you making it familiar.

Subversion into the inclosion of the concrete walls that strangers built around me,

A man whose sweat and blood subconsciously went into the cement and bricks and rose to subdue.
He built his city on Rock and Roll.

And the rock rolled down the hill of humanity rolled down into the cold depths of seclusion, segregation, situation, the cold depths of location, location, location.

He built his city on rock and roll, he built his city on the timeless fear of death, his feelings of discomfort, and he transcended humanity into godship, trying to be immortalized in the physical. Forgetting his existence and forgetting, the unknown unrecognizable truth. That he is no god, just another ant building the city, preserving the cause, and trying to be unconstrained


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jdjb


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The following comments are for "and it speaks to us"
by fcukedupboi

couple of typos...
well basically this is about houses....convience and tradition....fuck it.

( Posted by: fcukedupboi [Member] On: July 1, 2005 )





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