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I thought I could nestle by your side Could it be, that my hands touch your side, but infested Tangled inside the swelling smell - festering a volcanic catastrophe What we're taking as I touch each particle - what could've been blissfully ignorant now I can not brush by in darkness Taking as we will, selling as we must Concocting a planet that can can only bustle and bust As we strain every purity and inject every man made chemical What must we burn before the world will concave and fall? Could it be the genetic machine work inside Or to follow ultimatum authority and deny The forest of green burning as we've never seen The Closed door populous unaffected they seem, to see the unseen The growing earthly hazard kept closed and quiet, closed tight, sealed, and slipped under the door Until thousands slain, diseased ridden, suffering, crying no more, or.... Now, look it in the face, look it in the eyes growing sturdier inside Growing cautious, concerned, with a stern eye to those who deny Don't take a full 'no' don't take a full 'yes' open the library with prying eyes Look for yourself, your words are the purest, your thoughts, your actions, your ideas - to be anyone else isn't impactful, purposeful or sincere From now on, make your actions clear You're built on your actions - isn't that clear? I can not ask for you to hold me in such weak arms Could it be, the first time, you need our arms to hold you up Tidal waves of resistance, but persistent I will be In living the green side, living inside of me
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Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC
Now said, yet still talking
I thought I could nestle by your side Could it be, that my hands touch your side, but infested Tangled inside the swelling smell - festering a volcanic catastrophe What we're taking as I touch each particle - what could've been blissfully ignorant now I can not brush by in darkness Taking as we will, selling as we must Concocting a planet that can can only bustle and bust As we strain every purity and inject every man made chemical What must we burn before the world will concave and fall? Could it be the genetic machine work inside Or to follow ultimatum authority and deny The forest of green burning as we've never seen The Closed door populous unaffected they seem, to see the unseen The growing earthly hazard kept closed and quiet, closed tight, sealed, and slipped under the door Until thousands slain, diseased ridden, suffering, crying no more, or.... Now, look it in the face, look it in the eyes growing sturdier inside Growing cautious, concerned, with a stern eye to those who deny Don't take a full 'no' don't take a full 'yes' open the library with prying eyes Look for yourself, your words are the purest, your thoughts, your actions, your ideas - to be anyone else isn't impactful, purposeful or sincere From now on, make your actions clear You're built on your actions - isn't that clear? I can not ask for you to hold me in such weak arms Could it be, the first time, you need our arms to hold you up Tidal waves of resistance, but persistent I will be In living the green side, living inside of me
lei-ryce
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Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC
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