Objective

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Allow me to incite riots in your mind.

This chaos is expressed.

Not designed.

Admit you are suppressed,

To the wiles of creation.

Duress begets your problem.

Knowledge is your temptation.

 

Your dilemmas are truly solemn.

You hold the questions, they are key.

I can only point you in one direction.

In hopes one day, that you agree.

Your thoughts are convoluted,

Even though you raise objection.

My thoughts are constituted.

Your mind’s own insurrection.

 

I can see you slowly turning.

You lack conviction in the end.

I need only change my wording.

So it’s the issues you attend.

I will fix you, do not worry.

The horizon is our goal.

Ambitions are so blurry.

Your ignorance is the toll.





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