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I am infinite

Seeing that understandersRespect insteadI now look at 7171 doors past due71 walls untouched two71 stairs never climbed and crossed through71 that don't understand the shoe71 on-the-goA number moreGoes straight under the rally floor

Death brings the glory they sayFor understanders' births are years awayOnce said NietzscheOne of the great sanitorial mindsHis 71 shared the same groundNevertheless with eyes closedHis words & linesUnder respectTold the level of conspiracy

And there was MarxAnother great mind unafraid of the darksNone of those to be legendsThey all had 71 incapable to see through

Transparent their thoughts wereCrystal & blythingWith a 71 incapable of walking into the blurry dark

Ideas are substantialExistentialWith the burden of great painA birth that minds go toWhen refusal decides make path of un-oathed-to

ShadowsWhat the births leaveFor the next understanders to find their way throughInviting to the same blurry fogOnly for another 71 to swipe left to

Wondrous desiresAll based on ephemeral birthsStill 71Increment by onegrotesque fearscover due

Minds beat fastJust to urge another birth before it gets to the lastJust my imagination71 saidLiving in the leftover reality of the sanitorial minds

I see herDon't be afraidAnother un-average mind saysMaking a calling71 runs further awayReturnsArmed

A frequencyOne of the many things we sanitorials shareWith the intention of catching them all before they fade earther away71 keeps scrollingBetraying space-timeNever wondering what's more to comeWhat is therethey eatWhat is nowhereThey freakEnvying the understandersJust to add themselves to the list of aspirers

71 sacred oaths takenJustified by the sanitorials to be once again fakenTil 71 decadence timeRecognizes them eyesCenturies laterPardonsrevealing out the truth

Depth was a choice we all madeA lure that we were pulled toFullotedsOverflowing every time we sowHarvesting infinitely more

71 likes and that many standbyWithout taking nothing to viuLife was no bed of rosesThey saidAlways grieving the things they were given toUngratefulBillions to waste

Arrows in their silent rotationNoStill not seemed to motivateCursed, some sayChoiced, we say71 Favourite hobbyVictimizeVictimizeVictimize

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FeedFeed the loop

Another day

Just to waste one more sixtysixty twosixty 3don't fightdon't ever fightmight break the loopa sanitorial you might transform intowhat will your beloveds saywhen they choose to not understand you

70 left to go70 cursed minds to break into70 everlasting victims in the underestimation of you

Blowing awayWhat's left from the seeds of youCrawling back to dueCrisisAwakened crisisWhich you never knewUnless the war you choose to fight to

We, sanitorialsWe fight the light 71 sayWe break their darkPull it allBecause space they live inIn need of elaboratingIn call of the equilibrium

It blows awayRest in peace they say

Rest in peace.

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