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Omission of Dissonance

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By Garrett Jair LangPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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Natural flow of words my mind lets go. Without trying my brain ignition becomes composition. Such things like haste, and all time I waste. Who is pulling the trigger? Who is the happiest grave digger? Simple, I spew off words my mind construed. Do I really want to murder people with the God forsaken truth? So brutal it might rip their heads off and leave their bodies like a cooked noodle. Koo koo woo hoo, eat shit, love is the truth. All you leave behind are your deeds. Are they good or bad seeds? I'm happy to know what sadness tastes like. I'm stronger knowing what weakness breeds. Ya, eat shit if you plant bad seeds. I'm loyal as a dog, maybe why I walk in this fog. When it clears the sunlight glints off these fangs. Good Lord I'm strange. Beware I feel I've become an animal somehow. Do wrong near me they'll be nothing saving you now. We are all brothers and sisters and children of the same world. If you've come to hate, it is my fangs you won't appreciate. Remember, caring is what made me crazy. I'm a pacifist to a certain degree. Push me and the animal is the last thing you'll see.

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About the Creator

Garrett Jair Lang

My bio, constant state of change. No I am not deranged. I am a father, a student, a teacher. I am learning about myself and others daily. Live in Indiana, probably capable of doing anything if it will amuse me long enough. Love is a weapon.

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