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Absurdity fell in love
with stupidity
and reality was born.

Everyone becomes a stone
A rock
without the casting wind

The world loses it's ability
to unite
as the broken pieces fall.

It is a weight, to drag me under.

And under, I find, lifelessness
where the only problem you have
is looking for a solution
to the madnesses above.

I can hear shouting
deep within the silence

I can taste blood
deep within the wound

I can hear the cries for freedom
as the ghost of sanity
slowly cuts the child’s throat.

So I dream myself, to an island.....

Absurdity knocks on the door
the Idiot answers

- a poet is born.