Raise your swords. Engage in arms-bearing mechanics. Hate’s discourse, Trained Marionettes sway with each hand twist/
Working tendencies combined three-toed sloth energy, gaze as the grains slip, disturbed twisted hour glass sand pit/
Disillusionment, locale where the razor met the man’s wrist. Hammock man, conceiving the sun-seizing game plan/
Have you ever seen the Sun and Moon kiss? Have you seen the Moon’s lips blistered?/ He always borrows ChapStick from Atlas and you wonder why “I love you” has never been whispered?/
Have you ever seen deceitful pictures? Heaps of wishes, Truth entrapped sack of lies./ Father Time combined bottled wine caper nights, Hatred strikes Mother Nature’s blackened eyes/
Have you ever seen God laugh and cry, bumble out of his hallowed reality?/
Drunken pleasure, wingspan stupor, disgruntled mankind sunken treasure. Mumbling Majesty, stumble with a dream and a sun full of alcohol swallowed grain casualties/
Maybe I’ll wait until the day the Sun and Moon become more social and as they are on top of each other, a diamond ring is presented for the proposal/
Maybe I’ll wait until the day Mother Nature decides to fight back, triple six darkness garden of carnage distraction, so I may obtain the key to find where the Light’s at/
Maybe I’ll wait until the day God thinks he rules the world, so I’ll enjoy it giving him a reality check followed with divine disappointment/
Make Him a laughing stock, post-guerrilla jungle sunshine tactics executed for play. Carpe Diem achievement until I look back upon the week I missed trying to seize this day/