Frequencies of low vibrations
Restrict my even flow
The sinking heaviness
Of the poverty stricken
Weighs a tons upon the whole
See, my soul is not an institution
My love is not a level field
I cast my pearls and join the swine
With whom I share my festive meals
I retreat upon my lonely hill
And close my weary blinds
Where I saved one of their pills
To settle my restless mind
I think I'll stay home next time!
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 7:42 AM UTC
Frequencies of low vibrations
Restrict my even flow
The sinking heaviness
Of the poverty stricken
Weighs a tons upon the whole
See, my soul is not an institution
My love is not a level field
I cast my pearls and join the swine
With whom I share my festive meals
I retreat upon my lonely hill
And close my weary blinds
Where I saved one of their pills
To settle my restless mind
I think I'll stay home next time!
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