I'm Relly sorry but i had to take my son to the hospital,
so as not to no-show, i'ma just key sumin now.....


Vibrant landscapes perish in a distorted shape,
As we File the mistakes, the ground violently shakes,
Quakes end abrupt, as the backdrop wakes......
and we fall into line, to be filtered by eight,
The Heat is punishing, powerfull, and great,
as it pushes down with pound's of pressure in weight.
And now we're ready for the picking, like a finger plate.
...and Marched towards End's gate, at the pace of excursion rate.
Forever irate, but lying still, like i'm lying in wait....
Wait, wait waiting for fate,
Something to hold on to, but breaking like half cut bamboo,
A first Debut, with nothing but much ado.....and too much to do.
Ready for the untrue, this taboo is tattoed, marked but out of view,
Then jumped out the blue, harming you like ansiatic flu,
his mind does brew, to lead through to the ground crew,
waiting for your arrival like he missed out your hue....
Singing loudly, singing proudly stomping out your lifeforce and waving it loudly...
Severd and lying, approached by the prying,
stretching your frame, purposely misapplying...
And as he's catologue buying keeps you indemnifying,
you have to wonder.....will myself ever stop crying,
or stop yearning to be out???
The hope closed on you like a selling girl scout,
and beyond any doubt, the mind cracks like a lakes drought,
left out, and never taken back in,
forever burdened by my life of sin.