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Are we all just empty vessels influenced by the world?

What is your function?

Whether it’s kindness or hostility

Everyone has the right to praise, disregard, and condemnation

Which mode of control do you consent to?

Violence, opulence, abstinence?

Excitement is uncertainty

Noose so snug, you shrug it off

Defend what controls you

Because it is comfortable

I misperceive, but I must believe that I’ve never made a single choice in my life

I misperceive, but I say that we’ve deceived ourselves for long enough, accept how you operate

Gripping your thoughts far too hard to concentrate

The sickness grows when inflicted, convicted, restricted

We are all chained to a set course dictated by blood, mud, and luck

The mind, the body, the master

You are the anger, joy, disgust, surprise, kindness, pity, envy, love, fear, trust, affirmation, negation, guilt and devotion.

Modesty, and self-attention, I am wracked with apprehension

Meditative, ill-tempered

Admiration, obsession, triumph, anxiety, excitement, desperation, satisfaction, indifference, and sympathy

We are all chained to a set course dictated by blood, mud, and luck

The mind, the body, the disaster

Learn to love the locust

I decide that I have no choice in the matter

I decide to embrace the puppet master

Blood is the problem, but I accept what flows in me