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This isn't sleep
it's coma state
a land for those,
those who wait
Get out of bed
and face the sky
open blinded eyes,
and see the lies
I listen to you
to all the words
but I hear nothing,
as if you just "were"
Water your plants
and tell them too
if they cannot listen
they are like you
Burned the bridges
so I couldn't return
I wanted to stay
I wanted to learn
Gambled with fate
he's ever the sore one
be it winning or losing,
even worse than I am
This is coma state
and I tell you every day
even if I've lost faith
the lies keep me safe
This isn't sleep
Get out of bed
I listen to you
Water you plants
Burned the bridges
Gambled with fate
This is coma state
it's coma state
a land for those,
those who wait
Get out of bed
and face the sky
open blinded eyes,
and see the lies
I listen to you
to all the words
but I hear nothing,
as if you just "were"
Water your plants
and tell them too
if they cannot listen
they are like you
Burned the bridges
so I couldn't return
I wanted to stay
I wanted to learn
Gambled with fate
he's ever the sore one
be it winning or losing,
even worse than I am
This is coma state
and I tell you every day
even if I've lost faith
the lies keep me safe
This isn't sleep
Get out of bed
I listen to you
Water you plants
Burned the bridges
Gambled with fate
This is coma state
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Peon
Deep black clouds. Thick like poison. Coat the lungs, Steal the breath. It doesn’t matter. It never did. It. Doesn’t. Matter. Everyone reminds, Time doesn’t rewind, And you’re stuck. It’s complete. A cog in the wheel. No grease, no oil, As you squeak. No one hears you. They never did. Sit at the round table. Booze and wine. Time to share, In the spirit of- Success. At your expense. It. Doesn’t. Matter. A pawn in the biggest game, That could ever be played. Left to rot with the fairest of none. It never mattered. You never mattered. Continue to suck the life from lips. The strength from the bones. The life from the souls. Only to ever- Watch and breathe in. Those deep black clouds. Thick like poison. To coat the lungs. To steal their breath. As it continues. It doesn’t matter. It never did.
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this lullaby (industry of man)
now I lay me down to sleep promises I pledged to keep should more die here, before I wake that might just be too much to take I keep losing people enough is enough this pain has no equal it's proving too much while wars are engaging fields crimson in sheen the costs are enraging the lives lost, obscene why'd we choose to do this why is this our hand how did we come to this industry of man the people don't deserve to die for profits for power in reserve high time we stopped it now I lay me down to sleep promises I pledged to keep should more die here, before I wake that might just be too much to take and so with fresh tears to weep and fresh wounds that cut too deep I stand and watch the hopeful die and so I sing this lullaby we keep losing people enough is enough talons of the eagle just keep adding up while the wars keep killing and draining our stores why are we so willing what is it good for money has its limits while lives lived have none so tell me why is it treated like
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summer storm
between tall houses i see the light come and go before i reach it. like a flash it exposes the street, empty in the intermittent rain. above, the clouds keep moving, rush like unending shutters: light, dark, light, dark. i feel like i'm inside a colossal camera - the aperture the size of a gap between buildings. there - a short exposure before the rain begins again. i walk home, the image of a washed, unpeopled city burned into my eyes. i hear the wind surge into the trees like the sea plays with pebbles - giddy but sincere. birds dance in the air like nobody's watching. the picture develops with a lingering notion of something imperceptible.
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