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Description: Meatrealism

Mother Night
Mother night
Once invented
Twice called upon
May I touch you a third time?

Mother night,
Sing lullaby of void
Final decisions are never final
Nor even decisions.
Just dance steps
Of the rationally insane.
Does not the truth set us free?
Then why do I still dance
this bitterness tune?
Once the game is known
Knowing becomes the game
And even the silence of non-commitment
Shrieks the games ecstasy.


Mother night,
your children cannot see you
Yet we suckle your breast's life
Never tasting its sweetness.
Your children do not know you
Yet we cry out for you
Behind this illusion
Of darkness.

Mother night,
Will we know you
When we grow up?
Mother night,
Will we grow up?

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