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Administers of Predicament
I`m still reeling
In anticipation
Of our sealing
Born at Creation
I’m still realing
In anticipation
of our ceiling
which has no ration
enjoy these last hours
of alternate reality
til we unleash a Power
driven by our STEAM
once we`re out
slightly expressed
theres no doubt
Both our minds be messed
Not messed up
all deranged,
a New chemistry
kinda re-arranged
thinking in tones
not existing for eons
both of us prone
to getting our freaks on
Im just keepin in touch
let ya know I'm feelin ya
lend ya my crutch
help us keep it real
as we Heal
riding broken particles
from lives we thought defined us
If We're the REAL ARTICLES
whose gonna be kind to US?
it cant possibly matter
Cant be predicted
even to US
administers
of this predicament
Published 26th Sep 2012
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26th Sep 2012 5:17am
26th Sep 2012 5:51am
Anonymous
26th Sep 2012 8:44am
Yes, deep, drivel...and, good!
Strider
Strider
26th Sep 2012 5:20pm
26th Sep 2012 4:21pm
Oy -- if I was a politician,
If I wasnt assassinated first --
I probably would have pressed the Doomsday
button long ago -- LOL
The only thing holding me back would be
all those cute puppies, sharks, Viruses, etcetera........
3rd Oct 2012 11:09pm
You have a magnificent way with words...
they come alive and express excellent images of life.
Fire
they come alive and express excellent images of life.
Fire
3rd Oct 2012 11:15pm
