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 A fine conscious, why nauseous, why cautious? Not flawless but lawless. Aka freedom 'til I'm in a coffin. We can't continue to be thoughtless. We can't continue to be Godless. Goodness, my goddess must be lucid. Stop this. The fine wine makes life benign. The white line hastens our time. No, it's not simple but we'll triple the days we waste to eventually realize our mistakes. That's why I rhyme. It's why I'm inclined to shine. It's why I'm so critical of my mind. The days pass us by and we struggle to understand why. For all the thoughts we think, sometimes it seems we're on the brink of the thing that the shrink tries to bring to our third eye. Sometimes it seems like lies. Then again, life never fails to surprise. Unfortunately, for many, we're all cogs that feel great envy. Unfortunately, for many, we're all manipulators that feel greed plenty.