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Infinite Juxtaposition of Destiny
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if i could shed a tear for fallen angels wing tips, write a cheque on their value, cash weekly pink slips. not one drop would touch the earth, and at a drop i'd sacrifice life itself to measure its worth. signify the birth. new born with hardened nerve, clean cut no excrement just hardened words he claims are heaven sent. Free your life. the echo sounded though eternity wouldn't leave me on trial face the jury highly strung and guilty, with sweaty palms quoting the psalms a bargain plea turning up the charm but time is heavy and eternity is a bomb and there's only seconds watch them plummet meteorites from the heavens, reach the summit raining triple sevens it's only at the end we're thankful for the lessons. The pads n pens the sent of melanin it's deep within the homeless bins the next of kins a hug goodbye and first kiss Salty lips and swinging hips sultry utopian make the best of this, you little bitch. Orange pips the daily quips filled with cigarettes nervous shits the daily grind slips still the clock ticks as time bleeds. Proceed, to feed the greed with things we don't need such a pity the more your plenty the bigger of an empty. the possessions you marry lessens the weight you can carry. it's the same old story. Free your life. |
| Posted by Matt at 09:05 /writing # |