An error in judgement has brought it
this on myself
myself hath bought this
self and no one else
An icey cream dream that soon sent out screams
of growing passion and rage
just like you I was pushed
onto stage...
For all to see
audience take heed
I send out a warning
to fellow children of morning
stay alive in your boots
not dead in their suits
Let your eyes adjust
rub if you must
to the horizen obtrusion
beware the conclusion
To west we must march, or dig, or just flow
not stopped by lack of land
not sleet, and not snow
Above and beyond we will
blow,blow,blow
away from these shackles
and
fucked root that they've sown.
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