At ease with the angel's will to die
Surprised by the elasticity of these bonds
A floater conspired to eye mutiny
Gunned down by these flashes of light
Unless the mantis magistrate
Reveals the orchid's kingdom
A generation will flood the inferno
Lost in a castrated society
The vessel on sea holds wine
While apart from embarrassment
The roots lock the shutter for the flame
Bald with glasses filled with bourbon
Drone tone manifesto indignant with umbrage
Prone clone dignified by stabs in the back
With a boot in the ass
They fill their glasses
Push them down on their brows
Livid in acorns heart diaries
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Making my way in a world that tells me not to.
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