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BERATE WORLD.

Sick memories
Of live beginnings
Blooming presents
But hopeless forever*s.

Long nights of rehersals and paperwork,
Aspirations to overthrow intelligent quirks,
Overtimes and overworks,
Change; dark
Bleak.

Endearing promises,
Of love in happiness and in sickness,
Sour love, hate; guess'es
Ugly infidelity genesis.

Enthusiastic selves,
In consuming all in library shelves,
Dreams of Doctorates;a rock, havel
Recession~scorn head.
Decisions must include noose and scapel.

Life is no roulette,
Nor albatross illuminate,
Supreme being rules, be happy, never irate
This, human, gestate
World, gesundheit!

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