as it is alone in a room
blinking, dancing,
moaning...
groaning, waking up inside myself
and finding here there is no time
to disperse upon my wealth,
different spaces, distant faces,
spicy bracelets, peas and toes
I wonder when this all will end,
i ask, but no-one knows.
Shudders & eyebrows line the walls,
thinned thick with firey glares,
and masked and tired there stood the bells,
dripping slowly sticky silverwares...
Get out! get down, get out of town,
what comes will go around,
and pounds of sound will fill the ground,
but only frowns are felt, or found
senses bent, we came and went,
and slowly streaked your soul;
the time has past, this mark will last
vestiges were our goal.
we built it up
to burn it down
bring terrors, to our foes
oh, men of great!!! redemption, hate,
still keeps us on our toes
and yet there's hope!
as time does float
regardless of our pains,
compassion fills our skins again,
a cleansing truth after the rain.
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