Searching for the past through a million different caverns,
algae and stalagmites like,
a tavern in the daylight.
Empty for the most part, shadows in the dark start,
dancing in excitement; dinners on the house tonight gents.
Master ninja hand signs, kunai skill for knife fights
and
the eyeballs always closed cause we see it all with foresight.
A Pokeball as my homestead, digital paradise to the unread,
single specks of data lost in hella mice and undead.
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 6:18 AM UTC
Searching for the past through a million different caverns,
algae and stalagmites like,
a tavern in the daylight.
Empty for the most part, shadows in the dark start,
dancing in excitement; dinners on the house tonight gents.
Master ninja hand signs, kunai skill for knife fights
and
the eyeballs always closed cause we see it all with foresight.
A Pokeball as my homestead, digital paradise to the unread,
single specks of data lost in hella mice and undead.
A band of boys and girls that masquerade as cats and monkies. But not everyone.
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