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A rattling machine gun aborts it's brainchild Throughout my vacancy cerebral cortex mausoleum; I'm just a jar of butterflies sitting on a log cabin stove Burning Churning a purging urchin out of turbulent ordeals; Good thoughts hang along with trench coats So it seems I'm jaded; Catered to crushed normalcy I despise my dormancy till my retinas are faded; Seep into the cerulean belt that watched over every soul dead; Morph into a cloud then graduate to a thunderhead; Pouring my tears to a headache cacophony Everyone is alerted; So when I'm a surfacing tropical depression I'm a ominous weapon Here to annihilate the surfers; Everyone is a brick in the wall Covering the light of enlightenment; I heard someone fell from that wall And I'm that ******* that piloted it; Drunken kamikaze; With homage enough to honor honesty; So I'm just here armor free; Numbing the trauma center to give air to all
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
Gasping for Air in Space
A rattling machine gun aborts it's brainchild Throughout my vacancy cerebral cortex mausoleum; I'm just a jar of butterflies sitting on a log cabin stove Burning Churning a purging urchin out of turbulent ordeals; Good thoughts hang along with trench coats So it seems I'm jaded; Catered to crushed normalcy I despise my dormancy till my retinas are faded; Seep into the cerulean belt that watched over every soul dead; Morph into a cloud then graduate to a thunderhead; Pouring my tears to a headache cacophony Everyone is alerted; So when I'm a surfacing tropical depression I'm a ominous weapon Here to annihilate the surfers; Everyone is a brick in the wall Covering the light of enlightenment; I heard someone fell from that wall And I'm that ******* that piloted it; Drunken kamikaze; With homage enough to honor honesty; So I'm just here armor free; Numbing the trauma center to give air to all
dallas-phoenix
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
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