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A poem
Me and my melody float through this life
You and the army are held by a twisted knife
GOD BLESS THE VETS
As I shine on a diamond in a sea of shining gems
I cast a hex upon these open ears
Relinquish all my fears and spin my broken gears
for you,
the beautiful people
A means to an end never seems to finish
A crooked grin leaves me famished
For more of the grandfather clocks numbness.
Take a drink and always think of me.
My rhythmic catastrophe
THE MAN WONT LET ME BE
The life I lead is something that's more than just me
A preacher full of blasphemy. .days in a helpless haze
I study my own craze regardless of the therapy and yes BLASPHEMY
Fuck a plastic bag I am a discarded feather from the owls wings that fly so God damn silently. ..
So I cry for the we
Because without sight
We fight.
met with endless night TRIUMPH
Against your walls and vultures.
These beautiful cultures
My rhymes go in circles
And I am nothing more than syllables
In your dampened and fading memory.
@ThejeighMan
© All Rights Reserved
You and the army are held by a twisted knife
GOD BLESS THE VETS
As I shine on a diamond in a sea of shining gems
I cast a hex upon these open ears
Relinquish all my fears and spin my broken gears
for you,
the beautiful people
A means to an end never seems to finish
A crooked grin leaves me famished
For more of the grandfather clocks numbness.
Take a drink and always think of me.
My rhythmic catastrophe
THE MAN WONT LET ME BE
The life I lead is something that's more than just me
A preacher full of blasphemy. .days in a helpless haze
I study my own craze regardless of the therapy and yes BLASPHEMY
Fuck a plastic bag I am a discarded feather from the owls wings that fly so God damn silently. ..
So I cry for the we
Because without sight
We fight.
met with endless night TRIUMPH
Against your walls and vultures.
These beautiful cultures
My rhymes go in circles
And I am nothing more than syllables
In your dampened and fading memory.
@ThejeighMan
© All Rights Reserved
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