Something
By: MarcPaperScissor
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I am trapped in a world that was
made for me
By something I cannot express nor think to see
The words I write may have no concern
To the thought of this something, One day we may learn
Of what we hold dear
And what we may fear
This something’s around, it’s close, it’s
near
But not in the manner that a human can tell
For we are the creators of heaven and hell
For what is truth, and what is pure?
How much can this something endure?
Earth’s upon, earth’s in an axis of space
A chance to change a chance to replace
Through the thoughts of our times, and the stories
we tell
Every breath, every step, every scent every smell
A time for this something, this something to show
To live and to breathe is the best thing I know
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