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I am infinite

Seeing that understanders Respect 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 more Goes straight under the rally floor

Death brings the glory they sayFor understanders' births are years awayOnce said Nietzsche One of the great sanitorial minds His 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 71 Increment 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 frequency One 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 taken Justified by the sanitorials to be once again fakenTil 71 decadence timeRecognizes them eyesCenturies laterPardons revealing 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 two sixty 3

don'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 dueCrisis Awakened crisisWhich you never knewUnless the war you choose to fight to

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

It blows awayRest in peace they say

Rest in peace.

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