magic in,
throughout the spell
w-trapped ‘round
the beating stick,
ay-ya,
blending with the blurred corners,
in with the mix of mixed-up-shit business,
“who said they gone fight for freedom?”,
out in the courtyard,
out on the yard,
they fight with the message underneath,
in-betwixt reality and fatality,
alongside
all those poison berries
all those violated thoughts by the projector,
protector,
on who’s turf?
“Not mine, not mine” said the machine,
said the auto-plane, touch, voice screen,
said the custom fit sack of ********
again,
watered down source
of noise,
but in these foggy places
I see no evil,
feel nor fear
the throbbing ‘umph
with my achilles in it’s mouth,
in this purple-green-dripping pink
glare,
glaze
of ‘the level above’
all the consciousness
before -
I remember one thing,
my love for you
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 10:52 PM UTC
magic in,
throughout the spell
w-trapped ‘round
the beating stick,
ay-ya,
blending with the blurred corners,
in with the mix of mixed-up-shit business,
“who said they gone fight for freedom?”,
out in the courtyard,
out on the yard,
they fight with the message underneath,
in-betwixt reality and fatality,
alongside
all those poison berries
all those violated thoughts by the projector,
protector,
on who’s turf?
“Not mine, not mine” said the machine,
said the auto-plane, touch, voice screen,
said the custom fit sack of ********
again,
watered down source
of noise,
but in these foggy places
I see no evil,
feel nor fear
the throbbing ‘umph
with my achilles in it’s mouth,
in this purple-green-dripping pink
glare,
glaze
of ‘the level above’
all the consciousness
before -
I remember one thing,
my love for you
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