feeders
Bullshit reigns,In fields of rat,
nipping,pushing in rage;
Chaos thickens,
As others join,
Crushing those beneath them,
Bodies pile,
Food increases,
Old ones nourish new ones,
Why do we opt to be them?
feeders
Bullshit reigns,The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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