spend a night on the sun
wouldnt that be fun
impossible is nothing
possible has won
chemical undertoe
throwing me up
swimming in missile toe
showing me up
I always lie
did i just tell the truth?
turn into my
big red booth
black center peice
so much confusion
war versus peace
is just an illusion
we candy-coat our thoughts
for a conscience good feeling
but then we see it real
when we stare at our ceiling
the morning lies a fake
when we lie there awake
in reality
good is up for the take
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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