Formed in a field of fire, I cry,
serving thorns of beleaguered triumph, I crawl
to a shorn little wreath of wiring, I stall
to enthrall all the force behind me, I crawl.
Crawl with a ghost's sobriety, in a thought
I have wrought
what a world denied me, in a joke,
but its not,
it's assuming a piety
in deliverance from fouler hits
isn't a blinder for your civil bliss.
Wake the **** up.
Watch the flare, trace the wick.
Dodge the rain drops, cop's air and spit.
Hopped a train of thought for a ditch
Found a chain of White grapes and whips.
You intervene with glitter glue at the seams,
assume to placate flames below the root of your jeans,
assemble suitable frames amid a brutal disease,
accrue the nourishing famine, staying true to your leaves,
and seeing nothing.
_
capitulate to the critical conditioners , an oppressor
hypernormal in biblical proportions for your pleasure
find the border for brick mortar
pull lever, level threat, fine order,
don't. cross. this. line.
ever.
Never stop to observe the servile nature of your stature
levy thoughtless concern to herd the ******** in your factor
paper shredder for flame fodder, **** your water
crawling out with a name, and an aim to discolor your collar
I have no eyes to see son or daughter,
grass in the field, lacks appeal,
devoured countless when I was smaller
Eyes on the whole deal, now
coal fields, cold meals, thick prose, sick cows,
this thirst, it grows, it thrives, right now
it knows, it chose,
these throes are how these days will close when you aren't loud.
Eat the rich
Eat the poor
Eat the earth
Nevermore.
Wake the **** up.
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 1:36 AM UTC
Formed in a field of fire, I cry,
serving thorns of beleaguered triumph, I crawl
to a shorn little wreath of wiring, I stall
to enthrall all the force behind me, I crawl.
Crawl with a ghost's sobriety, in a thought
I have wrought
what a world denied me, in a joke,
but its not,
it's assuming a piety
in deliverance from fouler hits
isn't a blinder for your civil bliss.
Wake the **** up.
Watch the flare, trace the wick.
Dodge the rain drops, cop's air and spit.
Hopped a train of thought for a ditch
Found a chain of White grapes and whips.
You intervene with glitter glue at the seams,
assume to placate flames below the root of your jeans,
assemble suitable frames amid a brutal disease,
accrue the nourishing famine, staying true to your leaves,
and seeing nothing.
_
capitulate to the critical conditioners , an oppressor
hypernormal in biblical proportions for your pleasure
find the border for brick mortar
pull lever, level threat, fine order,
don't. cross. this. line.
ever.
Never stop to observe the servile nature of your stature
levy thoughtless concern to herd the ******** in your factor
paper shredder for flame fodder, **** your water
crawling out with a name, and an aim to discolor your collar
I have no eyes to see son or daughter,
grass in the field, lacks appeal,
devoured countless when I was smaller
Eyes on the whole deal, now
coal fields, cold meals, thick prose, sick cows,
this thirst, it grows, it thrives, right now
it knows, it chose,
these throes are how these days will close when you aren't loud.
Eat the rich
Eat the poor
Eat the earth
Nevermore.
Wake the **** up.
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