A Hiker's Mile

Come into my commune,

My farm

In the sky;

You won't be lonely

Baby,

Not by a hiker's mile

Let's climb

Into the morrow,

Throwing fear

To the wind

The curators

Of sorrow

Are seething within

They prey

On your pleasure

And worship your sin

Like vultures

They hover,

Like maggots

They win

Come into my commune,

My farm

In the sky;

And feast

On your freedom

Then bury your lies;

You won't be lonely

Baby,

Not by a hiker's mile

~ P

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(12/20/2014)

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