Life's an oncoming car you swerve from,
left lane scattered brain contains the valued center sane.
Lame.
I thought the best part of the soul was the body,
a bit unrealistic seeing as those thoughts are awful haughty.
It's just a vessel for my controlled organism of a universal collision,
a vision that someday we all understand the mission.
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Make word play a way to slay the patient's patience and make them watch what they say.
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Blah.