the contoured sky tour upon the piece of paper left to the naive son of man,
once again I lay upon the scorn,
the aftermath from the battle from the sworn,
as they not only were left ashore but washed upon the weathered tree's,
begging for the gods to see,
as the men, channeled their seeds thru the women's diseases,
to try and get a glimpse of the guise behind natures design..
Once again... I hear the echoes of broken hearts,
across a desert,
where a broken heart chases the mirage,
over and over again,
now more and more men,
gather around the stumps of forgotten ever greens,
searching for a dream,
yet not their own,
I hand pick my new steeds,
to lead the lost into the spring...
As winter and summer surmise a biased surmise OF GOD DAMN TIME!!!!
So many find themselves in between chasing their egotistical narrow minded dreams..
Most lay starving tonight...
Wasting their time online,
hoping some magical man will come into site...
I am alone, misunderstood, and denied a home...
A man of truth as plato said eons ago... When I broke the chains,
I was murdered...
Open your damn minds..
Or we die with our heads in the ground....
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