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Yellow Brick Road
Fragments expand from the depths of my mind,
Bits of colored glass that bring the image of those intertwined,
The flaws of their imperfection you could tell by the cracks,
The flaws of their devotion you could tell from the facts,
That book predetermined to set each ones course,
Too encode in our hearts stamped with such force,
Distorted through the keyhole their judgment had been,
Hoping to reach that kingdom reunited with all their kin,
Another day of false worship blindly through eternity they would spend,
Unfortunate to me that this is just another memory in the end...
Bits of colored glass that bring the image of those intertwined,
The flaws of their imperfection you could tell by the cracks,
The flaws of their devotion you could tell from the facts,
That book predetermined to set each ones course,
Too encode in our hearts stamped with such force,
Distorted through the keyhole their judgment had been,
Hoping to reach that kingdom reunited with all their kin,
Another day of false worship blindly through eternity they would spend,
Unfortunate to me that this is just another memory in the end...
Published 7th Oct 2016
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