The Human Condition

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Aren't we all like Perseus?Looking for what we can conquerFor what will give us gloryAnd immediate satisfaction?
Thrumming, HummingThe beat of your heart A simple reminder you areAlive.
        A ruthless affliction A dark addiction To create for commission Imagination, Submission Call 'em as I see 'em We're just i     n it for the sum Of the parts of out hearts Contorting bodied into art.
Up in the bell tower Over yonder way They ring for the hour Of twelve on God’s days Upon the carillon Guised in a garb pitch dark A man plays a song Which sets a mood so stark
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