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Goddess Karma
Hammer swung unequal in turn
lets remember Thor’s homage of that
Times got harder on protectors end
spot me who got my back
When scales tipped in reverse I stood often
then drop to assist in bench press mode
At the swing of clock hands
“feels” like you watch in betrayal from commode
Karma is a blind lady not spea[king
in spite stick Excalibur pin there]
We’ll definitely revisit at tide change in duality
to unearth skeleton sowed grudge reap to aire
A million times I step with logic
sure as shit fodder kindling or matter fact
Same king bed that gives ecstasy
burns the bridge to come back
I’ll press this unsustainable weight off and make it
from near tongue kiss of defeat
Just another dip in repetition
to umbrella keeping valuables neat
No love lost simply carat clarity
of foundation stone base
To know our stance in sleet beyond
surface of loyalty unmask and show face
What’s important in volcanic chaos
as magnificent as mountain feats are
The most beautiful people walk life
on the precipice of ugly sole bottom scars
In course grip for the climb
whether frost bitten or forgotten
Phantom limb or stand with me
our journey can’t come back from spoil rotten
lets remember Thor’s homage of that
Times got harder on protectors end
spot me who got my back
When scales tipped in reverse I stood often
then drop to assist in bench press mode
At the swing of clock hands
“feels” like you watch in betrayal from commode
Karma is a blind lady not spea[king
in spite stick Excalibur pin there]
We’ll definitely revisit at tide change in duality
to unearth skeleton sowed grudge reap to aire
A million times I step with logic
sure as shit fodder kindling or matter fact
Same king bed that gives ecstasy
burns the bridge to come back
I’ll press this unsustainable weight off and make it
from near tongue kiss of defeat
Just another dip in repetition
to umbrella keeping valuables neat
No love lost simply carat clarity
of foundation stone base
To know our stance in sleet beyond
surface of loyalty unmask and show face
What’s important in volcanic chaos
as magnificent as mountain feats are
The most beautiful people walk life
on the precipice of ugly sole bottom scars
In course grip for the climb
whether frost bitten or forgotten
Phantom limb or stand with me
our journey can’t come back from spoil rotten
Published 27th Oct 2024
| Edited 5th Nov 2024
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