The Absurdists.
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It ain't like this,
Absurdity exists.
In lies and in truths,
contradictions and
embryic fruits.
It was never like that,
Never like a moon that shall
vanish and never return because it's just there.
So absurdity exists,
when you make use
of that poor excuse,
search deep in your pockets for notes that shall prove you're not guilty,
you are innocent.
when you get rewards,
when your soul shakes,
for she has attacked,
no good deeds to sail with.
Why shall absurdity
not be appreciated?
It has the taste of good liquor,
Cinnamon shots and warmth of a mother's heart,
when you could just let yourself dissolve
in decadence and innocent little tantrums.
But future is also an absurd word.
The boat will reach the shore,
The mighty man if be able to roll
That mighty boulder up and up and up.
We shan't be, we shall find beauty
We would in our hearts, our minds.
We would in our friends, in our lives.
Just follow prudence and be calm,
When one shall hit top, the seesaw
on the other side goes down and down,
Be brave, heaven shall be at your knees.
That blue mundane sky shall
glisten on such a sunny day when we watched the coronation happened in the street next corner outside.
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