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When winter comes, the game is over Until then I’m tilling the soil, in preparation for the final score Cordiality Before the fertility of an ordeal, which grows into the bigger picture Displayed Splayed open in awkward moments, momentum picking up Dust Doesn’t this dirt, do something… creates… With no need Of creativity It just becomes… Nativity bourne… Energy from the stress, stretchin Gravity pulls Subdues the aborted missions… Missing the survivors One In a million, peal through the milieu, and skews This present View of manure, that manifests in the festivities that brings out The most Beautiful black rose in spring… Arose from the black Beneath Neither I nor you can undue, growth… Destruction just makes room For something Bigger to become… Cometh the comets to renew the stigma… Butterflies Kiss the bees… Better fly before the sting… Before the sting… Stung Death becomes the unlikely pair… The pear drops, to its own despair This pair Dies… as the flies, cover the corpse, cadavers and carrion Carry on The merry married marred, and in the spoils, spring new life Young maggots Detested by the world, enters ignorantly blissful, and springs… Underlings Lingering beneath the grips of hatred, when it grows, with its Hundred eyes It still wont see the picture… distorted kaleidoscopic optics stops it From seeing The whys, the wheres, the world, the web The spider That sits beside her… and ***** the life out her The outer Casings, the crust, the crevice, the crack, the core, We see Explore, excavate through the dust of adam, and reach the hot magma, The lake Of fire floods the land… and destroys another civilization “Welcome to earth…”
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Jan 12, 2011
Jan 12, 2011 at 3:18 AM UTC
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When winter comes, the game is over Until then I’m tilling the soil, in preparation for the final score Cordiality Before the fertility of an ordeal, which grows into the bigger picture Displayed Splayed open in awkward moments, momentum picking up Dust Doesn’t this dirt, do something… creates… With no need Of creativity It just becomes… Nativity bourne… Energy from the stress, stretchin Gravity pulls Subdues the aborted missions… Missing the survivors One In a million, peal through the milieu, and skews This present View of manure, that manifests in the festivities that brings out The most Beautiful black rose in spring… Arose from the black Beneath Neither I nor you can undue, growth… Destruction just makes room For something Bigger to become… Cometh the comets to renew the stigma… Butterflies Kiss the bees… Better fly before the sting… Before the sting… Stung Death becomes the unlikely pair… The pear drops, to its own despair This pair Dies… as the flies, cover the corpse, cadavers and carrion Carry on The merry married marred, and in the spoils, spring new life Young maggots Detested by the world, enters ignorantly blissful, and springs… Underlings Lingering beneath the grips of hatred, when it grows, with its Hundred eyes It still wont see the picture… distorted kaleidoscopic optics stops it From seeing The whys, the wheres, the world, the web The spider That sits beside her… and ***** the life out her The outer Casings, the crust, the crevice, the crack, the core, We see Explore, excavate through the dust of adam, and reach the hot magma, The lake Of fire floods the land… and destroys another civilization “Welcome to earth…”
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Jan 12, 2011
Jan 12, 2011 at 3:18 AM UTC
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