War on humanity
Below that bridge with turbulent waters
Not a fish can you catch, enraged, they swallow pebbles
the hooks of your hunger are chewed and spit, like lemon pits
While you come back to your worn quilt
Cold and cursing the weather
Piranhas, adorning medals of virtues
Devouring your future rainbows
Amongst the clouds, dark ravens of Godliness floats
Shimmering in your cataract eyes like a swan
Trees are loosing their leaves
in blooming springtime
The milk of hope you churned for your toddlers
Have curdled into a spawns of scorpions
Under the canopy of Banyan trees
Wide shades that rested your moth ridden feet
Lies now that bone crunching vise
Whose jaws split your desiccated bones
Mother where have your loving teats gone
That fed me my seething hunger
Subterfuge life in a pod of sin
Is all that I now drink
In gloves with mind_altering.org
A corporation of wolfs fiery breath
Disease spewed,venom spat
On an innocent lamb
I carry my hopes, like a candle lit in a storm
Who wins is for those dissolute minds
Seeking love in a ashes of years well gone
And hopes dwindling on a blunt sword
Not a fish can you catch, enraged, they swallow pebbles
the hooks of your hunger are chewed and spit, like lemon pits
While you come back to your worn quilt
Cold and cursing the weather
Piranhas, adorning medals of virtues
Devouring your future rainbows
Amongst the clouds, dark ravens of Godliness floats
Shimmering in your cataract eyes like a swan
Trees are loosing their leaves
in blooming springtime
The milk of hope you churned for your toddlers
Have curdled into a spawns of scorpions
Under the canopy of Banyan trees
Wide shades that rested your moth ridden feet
Lies now that bone crunching vise
Whose jaws split your desiccated bones
Mother where have your loving teats gone
That fed me my seething hunger
Subterfuge life in a pod of sin
Is all that I now drink
In gloves with mind_altering.org
A corporation of wolfs fiery breath
Disease spewed,venom spat
On an innocent lamb
I carry my hopes, like a candle lit in a storm
Who wins is for those dissolute minds
Seeking love in a ashes of years well gone
And hopes dwindling on a blunt sword
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