Stopping Point
Experienced, silenced
Chaos won, battles won
Meaninglessness is victorious, this is serious
Balance lost it's place, no trace.
Expanding meaninglessness, what a mess
This mess is not studied, not exposed
Continuing it, redesigning it
Stretched, branched.
Every corner is coloured, reoccurred
Depicting chaos, eternal chaos
This desire is preplanned, this chaos is preplanned
Now what? Recycling, that is what.
Just to look down, world wants to go up, just to look down
This hole in the creation, chaos in creation
Existence is left with tears, hidden tears
Not visible, tears are disable.
What's the point, searching for the point
Whole reality is point, laughing point
Pain in this laugh, exhausted laugh
Tired point, stopping point.
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Chaos often takes over our being.
Sounds true.
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Good one.
Keep to that and welcome .
Thanks.
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