He was merely a regurgitator of thoughts;
never one to create his own.
There was no
d e p t h
Only an imitation of inspirations
in the neverending abyss
of his mind.
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The seven greatest sins.
One of.
Envy.
But if you envy yourself
your own self
back then, when the world was still
whole
Is that called Nostalgia?
*
Think for yourself
Think for himself
That was Then.
And this is Now.
They have made him
like this
Nothing but a parroting of others
Willing to bend
like blades of glass
in the strong summer’s wind
To please others
To be a part of others
And to be
Exactly
Like
Them
Sama sahaja
Seperti sekeping kertas
Fotostat.
Seperti risalah
Untuk disogokkan kepada semua
Buy this from us!
Buy that!
We are correct!
We are bigger in number!
We are Truth.
Follow us.
And so he did.
And in the end
He was nothing more
But a cheap made in China
an Imitation
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Muhasabah diri
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Footnote: I'm really not good in kesusasteraan Bahasa Melayu :/ First bilingual piece. (Even though the BM part was only one stance.) Ehe.
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