balanced on a thin wire,cant trip expecting to skip deaths fire
whats left?sired hate leading straight to disrespect
forced to face the sadness of strapped kids living so misplaced,
i know its hard to see but the fact is.....
giving graces simply states the weakers always last n races
never straying far from the unbeaten paths base,
4 centuries seeing the demenor of evil escalate
equally with wrath n sequal it seems that...
police see people through sights so lethal,
blinded by their own tear gas,passing that unreflective mirror,
subjected as another feeding this worlds last fever
you can ask either tuned to different stations,
but answers aching through the same reciever
forever hacked by unretractive clevers,never retreating,
our own abombinations are chasing freedom
dominated by a task force of living shadows
and to believe some have never even seen em cast
running from glass transparency's known to hold guns
breathing uneasily evryday, you call this fun?
will these seasons so ungratefully bequethed soon receed?
i say not,beacause from each of us they gain lust
so for now the choices are slim its death or bust,
rust is even crusted by dooms gloomy haze of dust
minerals marooned by not a faze of the sun or moon,
trust size isnt in matter, its played on a much sadder tune
and thought about in terms fully bloomed but found minescule


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