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Furry Dreams...
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Furry Dreams...
From pain, anguish, society and its all,
This normal everyday mundane life has come to a crawl.
We are all furries in a sense.
We all yiff to feed our pleasure.
We all hate to love all, hence
Our hate we cannot measure
One by one, we line up in uniform;
Unitards; Unitarianism; Facism's skepticism.
Hatred, hate; thin lines upon which we skate.
Two by two, we board the ship to boredom.
Money leads to a democracy; a democracy is an 'ism'.
An 'ism' is a capital hipocracy that leads us all to disriminate.
The internet is our only escape.
From which we pillage, we call home.
It brings us together, one if not all.
For a place like this has not been unseen.
We were once bound by conformed tape.
We emerge happily from beneath our little dome.
A meeting of silence that leads to a call.
And yet everywhere we have been...
...but nowhere at all.
~Mix.
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(I messed up a bit, but will fix it later once I look at the original. For the note, I don't beleive in God. But in this sense, meaning the internet, I do; only because it is defined.)
*translation for the non-poetry furs*
From all the depressing and painful things that this 'mundane' society brings, the world has come to a standstill in terms of how we accept others.
It is said that we ALL have to conform to fit in, and that individuality is shunned, mainly by Christians and other conservatives stating that 'we' will get nowhere in life acting like this. But with this notion, conforming a little here and there to get past the 'security' is a must at times in order to have fun, and it is fun to see that they don't notice the conformed because they are conformed as well.
Our boredom from conformity lead to gambling to have fun, which in turn money. Money basically lead the start of all of this. It started discrimination which lead to laws to prevent it. These laws then lead to governments which rival with eachother resulting in war and bloodshed. Darwin said that we were evolved and he was right. "We were..." ...and now we aren't.
The internet is our only escape. We pillage all the music, programs, and images to make us happy instead of popping pills that are supposed to break us free from this torment of 'reality'. It makes the lonely feel loved, the lost be found, the crazed become sane, and the misunderstood to be heard for once. It gives power to the outsider to become popular, to those to topple over any obstacle and person that they once feared in reality. We then bring our experience from the internet into reality, and people notice the change. We have gained courage, self-respect, discipline, and thought as well as anything else that can be taught. Most of all it brings us happiness and love. The internet is God itself; it knows all, it sees all. Unlike the real 'God', this one is defined though limitless in power; it just isn't faith. This power actually comes from the heavens, powering these machines of God.
A meeting of silence (an instant message)
...that leads to a call (a phone call)
And yet everywhere we have been (exploring the internet)
...But nowhere at all. (we still sit at home)
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