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The Cross Roads

Confusion and it’s tightly wound grasp
Trap me In the hardest days of this game
Intimate electric connections to the mainframe
Of reality, switch me into an altered frequency

Aid is needed at the cross roads of this game
Hastiness is spared, unvaluable at this point
Intelligence is hailed, clouded by insanity
The brain is a sponge and we are just

The consequence of mass choice
The resultant of adventures gone by
Negativity is implanted into the blood
Get them while they’re young and they’ll never understand

The systematic purpose of existence is false
To live is to experience and nothing more
This game is so enticing, yet cruel
The ‘name’ of this game could be life

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