Scraps of original poetry

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a repulsive epiphany

explodes into your feeble mind:

you are a blip

on the cosmic radar

and you are nothing

a mere sack of flesh and stardust

lost in an overwhelming haze of

overstimulating noise,

tactile senses worming its way to your heart


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jagged teeth

rough edges

a jazzy upbeat theme song

is all it takes to be a villain

but to be a hero

it takes a moral compass

something that can’t be built

from scraps strewn about

and that’s why it’s easy to espouse evil

but so difficult to embody heroism

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