***** a wall behind that wall
Stitch wires made of fear's thoughts
Strive for totally spiky prickles
Polish the cusps of the metal daily
The servants of fear have to be on patrol
Protecting the wall and the wire
Not one dab of audacity must be here
Banned to live in the land of the dabs
That's a new and sheltered existence
Encircled by eternally high walls of wire
I do love these walls prodigiously
Walls are the state of my origin
Although I'm from the garden of flowers
Where in spring the elderberries are fragrant
At night the cats make love there
Where mazes are made of wind
Inside of fear I am free and cheerful
To become more estranged from myself
***** more walls for more walls
Ensure me razor-sharp wire
Jun 22, 2023
Jun 22, 2023 at 6:12 AM UTC
***** a wall behind that wall
Stitch wires made of fear's thoughts
Strive for totally spiky prickles
Polish the cusps of the metal daily
The servants of fear have to be on patrol
Protecting the wall and the wire
Not one dab of audacity must be here
Banned to live in the land of the dabs
That's a new and sheltered existence
Encircled by eternally high walls of wire
I do love these walls prodigiously
Walls are the state of my origin
Although I'm from the garden of flowers
Where in spring the elderberries are fragrant
At night the cats make love there
Where mazes are made of wind
Inside of fear I am free and cheerful
To become more estranged from myself
***** more walls for more walls
Ensure me razor-sharp wire
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