Pesky angels

 The pesky angels.

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I know they're gossiping

now 

The pesky little angels

Dancing to music nobody 

hears on quiet nights;

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jokes on us I reckon

And we're the fuckin punchline 

Devils

laugh at 

till

their acid tears

melt 

into

the Moons Fading 

Glow. 

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I get god..

The silent voyeur thing 

and all 

but damn. 

Maybe it makes 

shit 

up as it goes along 

too 

and we're the 

Absurd Product of that ... 

Unified Disunion? 

If that's the case say goodbye 

to 

Personal Identity and sense 

of 

Oneself. 

But most of that shits 

a 

Product of some other 

External 

Shit too right 

So therein lies the dilemma 

slash 

Conundrum chaps! 

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I hate it when my fuckin 

head 

Coughs these absurd thoughts 

that 

Rot like meat enticing only 

to 

those mental vultures who...

Who ...

(seem like gossipy little 

Angels at first until they eat 

Your heart for fun.)