none
Oh, to the man,
big brother and his hand,
now through the eyes
and rack this for a line,
fallen is the adverb,
from the cosmic so divine.
-Burned-
My wings have I shredded
and your history had
imbedded this lamb upon your shore.
-Learned-
Your asphalt is all in blood shed
leaves within me crying, dead.
-darker-
screaming Big brother these optic spies
with all those lies.
-God-
Is reeling while we are dealing
with the pigment, ripping it.
big brother and his hand,
now through the eyes
and rack this for a line,
fallen is the adverb,
from the cosmic so divine.
-Burned-
My wings have I shredded
and your history had
imbedded this lamb upon your shore.
-Learned-
Your asphalt is all in blood shed
leaves within me crying, dead.
-darker-
screaming Big brother these optic spies
with all those lies.
-God-
Is reeling while we are dealing
with the pigment, ripping it.
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