Confliction
Matt
Axel.

I am indifferent, rather misconstrued.
I wonder why they don't think like me, rather I don't think like them.
I hear their indifference, rather mine.
I see my faults, rather yours.
I want Calamity, rather peace.
I am indifferent, rather misconstrued.

I pretend to reason, rather question.
I feel weightlessness, rather heavy.
I touch your reality, rather mine.
I worry a fruitless death, rather life.
I cry for women and children, rather myself.
I am indifferent, rather misconstrued.

I understand we will flourish, rather perish.
I say solidarity, rather companionship.
I dream evil, rather moral.
I try to understand, rather question.
I hope for calm, rather anarchy.
I am indifferent, rather misconstrued.

We begin with a question, a question.
Something ever so significant but seemingly unimportant.
It was a request, disguised as a question.
Now we're back.
We begin with a question, a question.
Can I feel, but I can but ever so slightly.
But this is merely the beginning so I thank you, e.
For showing me I can, Indifferent but the same.
I think beauty showed me love, or did love show me beauty?
Now we’re back.
We continue with questions, not one but all.
Conjoined into one, they all re loop.
Same beings, Same persons, Split into 2 but experiencing the same.
One wise but both wiser, Love showed me beauty.
But beauty wasnt all, I was introduced to the nectar.
Ever so sweet, ever so vulnerable.
Isn't it beautiful?
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Well I think it's beautiful.
Now we’re back.
No more questions.
They’ve upset her, the great unknown.
The blame of oneself has fallen upon beauty, Isn't she beautiful?
I think it’s beautiful.
Now we’re back.
But the questions have just

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