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...Redux...
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Verse ...Redux...
Hey... I've got a mind of an artist...
So it's with great pain that I carve this
In a society ever capitalistic,
To capture, retain clarity of the image.
I peel down my own layers to keep it honest,
When honesty today hardly ever harvests...
A bureaucracy laid with schemes as carpets,
I skip over pit-falls carrying the target.
It feels heavy when the hits come the hardest,
But gets hotter, burns brighter at the darkest.
My eyes once marred by masks of the market,
Mass-murder of hearts, marked walking carcass...
I gasp! In my race to grasp the margin,
Between soul-less monsters and lost martyrs,
Between children of tomorrow and past fathers,
The legacies, glories, and epic falters...
In a climate so cold, what could I harness?
Or do I appear armless just to be harmless?
As no wings are coming behind those armpits...
I wouldn't fly away from scene of apocalypse.
Too sentimental, would never leave you rotting,
Even if... temptations got erotic.
Not meant to rain pessimism in a flurry,
But all chains do erode with sweet-nothings.
My memories, hardwired, feels bionic,
I would go wherever it leads, and beyond it,
To a world far away, a galactic wonder
Of forests, mountains, oceans, and tundra.
If the current doesn't equate, I'll be the catalyst,
Spear changes, knocking it down and demolishing,
Until the blocks dissipate like the embolus,
And blood flows in hearts again...
When it does!
