Executive producer: iCE pICK
Narrator: IcE PiCk
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uprooted will
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hope anatomically restrained and bound,*
like botanical trees held to the ground.*
expounded in the opaque facade of dark shade,*
he cascades to the spectral ray's incessant fusillade.*
waylaid by the black phantom's negative exposure,*
he bails and takes a loss like home foreclosure.*
the enclosure subdues the flow of his will,*
like pesticide contaminated chlorophyl.*
a spill of sap runs down him in rivulets of tear drops,*
as he consoles to himself within darkness's earshot.*
on the spot he searches his mental vacuoule parsecs,*
like telecheck collectors allocating bad checks.*
esteem assets liquidate as fast as fire hoses,*
while destiny and hope stay apart like the sea and moses.*
roses beyond the enclave get to see the light,*
while he sulks in the retrospect of lost might.*
despite his prior stem elongation to light attempt,*
he remains petrified like a witness in court contempt.*
hellbent in the confinement of nitrogenous soil,*
he ponders the exequies of the fallens turmoil.*
coiled like grape vines, hidden like land mines,*
he cryogenically sleeps through winter's time...***
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now primed for the final attempt of judgement's fate,*
he dislocates his leaves from the fractal figure eight.*
percolating mineral water through fibrous roots,*
like the rugged leather of farmer boots;*
groups of microscopic esteem pass in him with volition,*
like a congress petition passed by persitent resubmission.*
emissions of perspatory oxygen expel,*
with a packet flux like a nationwide warning bell.*
vascular hell breaks loose,*
like kid's pebble poppin' a goose.*
a boost into the complex animate form,*
lke all the electrons compiled in a thunderstorm.*
borne of the seed,*
his epidermis bleeds.*
creed consumates a paranormal reflux,*
like water defying gravity on aquaducts.*
ducked from darkness, regenerated xylem cells,*
in abundance, like eskimo dog trails.*
bailed from the shackles of lithosphere,*
he exhumes his roots with a jubilent tear.*
fear of the darkness enclave keeper,*
intimidates him like a walking sleeper.*
now as a creeper of the mother earth,*
he upgrades all his pride from the birth.*
mirth graduates him to enclosures border.*
chlorphyl cells still stuck like mortar.*
quarter inch from the white spectrum.*
surreal landscape beyond seems a simulacrum.*
strummed into the twill brilliant apopletic,*
he activates all switches nocturnal to photsynthetic.*
hectic rapture of pure energy reverance,*
saturates his vascular soul like comaraderie rembrance.*
penance for his ultimate metamorphisis,*
is normal like death for galapagos tortoises.*
choruses of refuge from plant to dendrifaun.*
ability to traverse the earth from here to gone.*
he's donned in uprooted will.***

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