I see my countryman still holding on to the pest
we look to blame of the jar full of gold which fell out of our hand
on the pest, on the men how came from the horizon
the men how opened our eyes
but not without the down hills, deep valleys and the dark part of them
We hold on to the things which drive us into the ground'
for we do not peck the from the shining ground but we still look to blame
whiles the wind of time blows which is more parlous than gold
whiles the wind blows and carry’s away the gold
A hunter enticing his whit bat have our country men enticed us whit sweet words and then stave us in the back 7x7x7 and besieged us in poverty
Putting us in sinking sand whit noting to hold on to.
To the further we must look and loss the burden which we hold on to.
Moving from the past is inevitable if we went to be on the other side where the sun is
reaching for the thing which are in front and living the thing which are in behind .
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 12:43 PM UTC
I see my countryman still holding on to the pest
we look to blame of the jar full of gold which fell out of our hand
on the pest, on the men how came from the horizon
the men how opened our eyes
but not without the down hills, deep valleys and the dark part of them
We hold on to the things which drive us into the ground'
for we do not peck the from the shining ground but we still look to blame
whiles the wind of time blows which is more parlous than gold
whiles the wind blows and carry’s away the gold
A hunter enticing his whit bat have our country men enticed us whit sweet words and then stave us in the back 7x7x7 and besieged us in poverty
Putting us in sinking sand whit noting to hold on to.
To the further we must look and loss the burden which we hold on to.
Moving from the past is inevitable if we went to be on the other side where the sun is
reaching for the thing which are in front and living the thing which are in behind .
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