those with
diseased branches
will always
be rooted out.
by an unrelenting,
path
paving
tornadic spout.
truth creates
a destructive
vortex to
one's true
colors.
on the wind's
of shadows
blow the
counterfeit
dollars.
tend not
to the
circus of
charade.
never fall
prey to a
costume of
masquerade.
dark
cloudy lies
this tornado
may rain.
an umbrella
of sage will
save you
the pain.
keep the
streets clean
of your own
ignorant
blood stain.
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 11:10 AM UTC
those with
diseased branches
will always
be rooted out.
by an unrelenting,
path
paving
tornadic spout.
truth creates
a destructive
vortex to
one's true
colors.
on the wind's
of shadows
blow the
counterfeit
dollars.
tend not
to the
circus of
charade.
never fall
prey to a
costume of
masquerade.
dark
cloudy lies
this tornado
may rain.
an umbrella
of sage will
save you
the pain.
keep the
streets clean
of your own
ignorant
blood stain.
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