Penny dropped
In this vivid light, a host...
Of pretty nothings, that seem a laugh
But to sing and dance, has the weight of a ghost
A ghost of predominance, a world to lip
And chaste irony, we are here to sit the prophecy
Of a creation in crass and sore tooth, of avarice come a tiff
When the silence of due, is overwhelming, fire in a friends litany?
**** the dew, make music with who
Is to be, a colossal trip, to the embarrassment of the more
In the way of habit and ignore, a waiting come too soon
For a friend to remember, what is a merit to a fish at war?
More whatever...
Songs of redemption in a solemn fate, a sincerity of the blues
Dances and dances, like the shyness of a unity's lover
With the past for a blanket, and a bed that cries for you...
Tender eyes, to liberate even the none
Sour roles of virtue, shared with hands of charisma, now
Avid choices to clear, with the bared conscience of fun
Till in seemly suffice, we notice the coming hour of us, to vow:
Stink from a sultry stone
Has followed and followed, towards the ends of the earth
With more than a clash of poise, in those we seem to be at home
Lived and simply history to a sinking feeling, for hope is ours; worth
Seek me, when the music has found a penny
Shape and disposal of a curious need, to collect a rage
In the fist of powers, these reaches of all, is nothing but liberty
With the moment to prove, a days cope, we see your honor and patience...
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