Against

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Next to the river on a rotted tree
Go venture to the hornet’s hunting ground
a hive down by the old moss shrouded creek
The hornet waits and hones its lacerate.

Vacant stare jests behind orange one piece
The anesthetist tests his special K
Sterile, leather chair and singed restraints
A tomb the sentenced sits already dead.

Tension HB lead breaks shading choice C
Dreams foregone for safer reality
Same drone, Sharpen, Sharpen, another one
Crackle defeat on the white tree pulp

Next to the river on a rotted tree
Go venture to the hornet’s hunting ground
a hive down by the old moss shrouded creek
The hornet waits and hones its lacerate.

Dead men walk under blank pools of cold light
Sheens of cold sweat glisten, parade on scalps
Flick, Flick, iron out the air from the law
The syringe is fat with pretense of guilt

The clock’s cogs shake in violent shuddering
Alarm bell rings only five minutes left
Blank spaces taunt forgot recollections
Promised failure looms, miseducation

Next to the river on a rotted tree
Go venture to the hornet’s hunting ground
a hive down by the old moss shrouded creek
The hornet waits and hones its lacerate.

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Along the lake by the sun-glazed fountains
Go venture to the mockingbird’s theatre
A symphony echoes from the glassed pools
The bird’s song lifts and cries a primal love

Ideas propelled in abstract daydream
Body vacated, lost in rich, new landscape
Meadows coated in sheens of gold pastel
Imprinting young art on a soul’s canvas

Rocketed spirit soars through rainbow realms
Solar flares lick at innocent psyche
Stars stay lighted with 7 billion heavens
Unified hopes hanging on velvet night

Along the lake by the sun-glazed fountains
Go venture to the mockingbird’s theatre
A symphony echoes from the glassed pools
The bird’s song lifts and cries a primal love

Landing on some foreign land of divine
Lost in a parade of cushioned content
Rustle, Rustle, radio back to basecamp Earth
Terraform their hearts with peace-filled vision

The message is scrambled in ego’s white noise
Break division with universal voice
In pen, in brush, in mic, in faith, in love
Convey that hope that is regnant above

Along the lake by the sun-glazed fountains
Go venture to the mockingbird’s theatre
A symphony echoes from the glassed pools
The bird’s song lifts and cries a primal love

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