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Iron Lotus
Chorus
It comes and goes
With the flow,
Falls to winter when it comes down with the snow
High and lows,
Like a shadow going everywhere you go
On a roll,
Feel the splendor like your on a TV show,
Here we go
Perfect figure like it were Marilyn Monroe.
You should know
Everybody can attest it's explosive when it blows
From head to toe,
Feel the cadence as my body lose control.
What has multiple beginnings but only one end?
Whistling whispering winds disappears without a trace
Crossed my heart and hope it mends
Entwining fates like strings on a shoelace.
More times I stare into a broken shard of glass
Glimpsing memories in reflections I imbue
Embedded within the crevice of my own past,
Compelled in embellishment of thine blinding view.
Flying freely like winds does with the birds,
As passionate as binding hearts
Latent in countless parts
In a silence no one has ever heard.
Contorted in the shattered glass
Distorted broken hourglass
Sorted amongst the pyro glass,
Morbid within the looking glass.
Ripples streams enhanced like an amp
Exported into lava lamps.
Impactful mental trapezius as immaculate as encyclopedias
Is homogenous which is as devious as Prometheus.
Intermediate verbal expedient seems more deep
Than anyone who could have preceded it
Because the velocity will blow you out of your seat.
I'm a micro psycho medium.
Intricately interstellar metaphors
Intimately altogether mega force
Of an acoustic bending aerobics across our Milky Way
Bounce off walls, repeating like it were a Mockingjay
From the depths of a den
Thrives a man which can rend
With a photographic pornographic pen.
Capable of predicting thoughts before you think em.
My hum is hymn and my hymn is sung
Expound through a series of hums from my lungs.
Chorus
It comes and goes
With the flow,
Falls to winter when it comes down with the snow
High and lows,
Like a shadow going everywhere you go
On a roll,
Feel the splendor like your on a TV show,
Here we go
Perfect figure like it were Marilyn Monroe.
You should know
Everybody can attest it's explosive when it blows
From head to toe,
Feel the cadence as my body lose control.
Eye opening events with iris pupils dialect completely irrefutable interminably represents a sobriety of thought limited in one's defense.
All units per square cubic
Takes so much for me to do this.
Verbal telepathy inexplicably reminisce a gorgeous abyss
Something so articulate
That transfigurates
In an opulent realm of golem
That is growing and rolling
Interwoven sprouting wings,
I'm attempting to show em
To flow and to show and to row them
Into the mix of fiery rings
That represents more than a poem
Is not only garnished, but a boiling pot
Widens the gap of the haves and has beens
And haves and have nots.
I can't stop, it won't stop, why won't it listen to me? Why does it haunt my dreams of sentimental prejudice, I CAN'T GET IT OUTTA ME. BLASPHEMY in the eyes of uncertainty. Give me a break, please. I want—no, I NEED to be free. Why must you punish me so? I knew you were my sun but I would have never guessed you would cause my shadow. It's incredibly straining, morphing through the sky into an arrow so narrow piercing my heart along with my thought, how can you be so shallow? Get it out of me. GET IT OUT OF ME DAMN IT. "Shhhhh". Why does it refuse my sanity? "Because it is your sanity. You can't get it out because it is a part of you. You can't relinquish thy flame because it is you." LIAR. How can the future inherit the past? "If you allow the past to interpret the future. "It's going to be ok, do you hear me? It's…going to be…ok, I promise." This is what it's like to talk to the same pen I dabble with and float in the presence of aerobic bending appendages. Reciprocal analytical dialects request a high percentage of unprecedented dimensions ascended from a condescending unending apparition. I hope this doesn't transcend beyond your comprehension.
Chorus
It comes and goes
With the flow,
Falls to winter when it comes down with the snow
High and lows,
Like a shadow going everywhere you go
On a roll,
Feel the splendor like your on a TV show,
Here we go
Perfect figure like it were Marilyn Monroe.
You should know
Everybody can attest it's explosive when it blows
From head to toe,
Feel the cadence as my body lose control.
© All Rights Reserved
It comes and goes
With the flow,
Falls to winter when it comes down with the snow
High and lows,
Like a shadow going everywhere you go
On a roll,
Feel the splendor like your on a TV show,
Here we go
Perfect figure like it were Marilyn Monroe.
You should know
Everybody can attest it's explosive when it blows
From head to toe,
Feel the cadence as my body lose control.
What has multiple beginnings but only one end?
Whistling whispering winds disappears without a trace
Crossed my heart and hope it mends
Entwining fates like strings on a shoelace.
More times I stare into a broken shard of glass
Glimpsing memories in reflections I imbue
Embedded within the crevice of my own past,
Compelled in embellishment of thine blinding view.
Flying freely like winds does with the birds,
As passionate as binding hearts
Latent in countless parts
In a silence no one has ever heard.
Contorted in the shattered glass
Distorted broken hourglass
Sorted amongst the pyro glass,
Morbid within the looking glass.
Ripples streams enhanced like an amp
Exported into lava lamps.
Impactful mental trapezius as immaculate as encyclopedias
Is homogenous which is as devious as Prometheus.
Intermediate verbal expedient seems more deep
Than anyone who could have preceded it
Because the velocity will blow you out of your seat.
I'm a micro psycho medium.
Intricately interstellar metaphors
Intimately altogether mega force
Of an acoustic bending aerobics across our Milky Way
Bounce off walls, repeating like it were a Mockingjay
From the depths of a den
Thrives a man which can rend
With a photographic pornographic pen.
Capable of predicting thoughts before you think em.
My hum is hymn and my hymn is sung
Expound through a series of hums from my lungs.
Chorus
It comes and goes
With the flow,
Falls to winter when it comes down with the snow
High and lows,
Like a shadow going everywhere you go
On a roll,
Feel the splendor like your on a TV show,
Here we go
Perfect figure like it were Marilyn Monroe.
You should know
Everybody can attest it's explosive when it blows
From head to toe,
Feel the cadence as my body lose control.
Eye opening events with iris pupils dialect completely irrefutable interminably represents a sobriety of thought limited in one's defense.
All units per square cubic
Takes so much for me to do this.
Verbal telepathy inexplicably reminisce a gorgeous abyss
Something so articulate
That transfigurates
In an opulent realm of golem
That is growing and rolling
Interwoven sprouting wings,
I'm attempting to show em
To flow and to show and to row them
Into the mix of fiery rings
That represents more than a poem
Is not only garnished, but a boiling pot
Widens the gap of the haves and has beens
And haves and have nots.
I can't stop, it won't stop, why won't it listen to me? Why does it haunt my dreams of sentimental prejudice, I CAN'T GET IT OUTTA ME. BLASPHEMY in the eyes of uncertainty. Give me a break, please. I want—no, I NEED to be free. Why must you punish me so? I knew you were my sun but I would have never guessed you would cause my shadow. It's incredibly straining, morphing through the sky into an arrow so narrow piercing my heart along with my thought, how can you be so shallow? Get it out of me. GET IT OUT OF ME DAMN IT. "Shhhhh". Why does it refuse my sanity? "Because it is your sanity. You can't get it out because it is a part of you. You can't relinquish thy flame because it is you." LIAR. How can the future inherit the past? "If you allow the past to interpret the future. "It's going to be ok, do you hear me? It's…going to be…ok, I promise." This is what it's like to talk to the same pen I dabble with and float in the presence of aerobic bending appendages. Reciprocal analytical dialects request a high percentage of unprecedented dimensions ascended from a condescending unending apparition. I hope this doesn't transcend beyond your comprehension.
Chorus
It comes and goes
With the flow,
Falls to winter when it comes down with the snow
High and lows,
Like a shadow going everywhere you go
On a roll,
Feel the splendor like your on a TV show,
Here we go
Perfect figure like it were Marilyn Monroe.
You should know
Everybody can attest it's explosive when it blows
From head to toe,
Feel the cadence as my body lose control.
© All Rights Reserved
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