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( moon )                                 < mountains >                                               [seas] ----- We     (?) We come together                   (Soft !  Beware) We tred upon the evolution We move thru bold infinities Of irrationalities ( & fears ) • The magic lantern shudders in winds of sheer oblivion ( we are not heroes ) We We are strangers to a sense of purpose We have lived centuries devoid of meaning We have know each other briefly ( if at all ) •• Fly ! Like pretty birds ! We would not die here ( we know we may ) ••• We walk thru streets where negroes were lynched ( seems like yesterday ) ( seems like tomorrow ) • We walk thru fields where the witches were burnt for The profit of child abusing popes and priests We stand in the filth of American greed •• We are Only children       (?) NOT children      (?) I don't know nor care cause I can't tell anymore •• Fly fly fly ! Like the pretty birds ! Like the winds ! Fly or die ( who knows ? ) Who can tell If we're flyin ? •• Moon over mountains over seas The school yard trembles The children flee They can follow us home if they dare Walk under the pretty birds in the saint - like Air Walk with death without fear
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Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
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( moon )                                 < mountains >                                               [seas] ----- We     (?) We come together                   (Soft !  Beware) We tred upon the evolution We move thru bold infinities Of irrationalities ( & fears ) • The magic lantern shudders in winds of sheer oblivion ( we are not heroes ) We We are strangers to a sense of purpose We have lived centuries devoid of meaning We have know each other briefly ( if at all ) •• Fly ! Like pretty birds ! We would not die here ( we know we may ) ••• We walk thru streets where negroes were lynched ( seems like yesterday ) ( seems like tomorrow ) • We walk thru fields where the witches were burnt for The profit of child abusing popes and priests We stand in the filth of American greed •• We are Only children       (?) NOT children      (?) I don't know nor care cause I can't tell anymore •• Fly fly fly ! Like the pretty birds ! Like the winds ! Fly or die ( who knows ? ) Who can tell If we're flyin ? •• Moon over mountains over seas The school yard trembles The children flee They can follow us home if they dare Walk under the pretty birds in the saint - like Air Walk with death without fear
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jeffrey-robin
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
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