To fly across a cesspool of land with
eyes full closed and chastity held in hand,
with barriers imposed and doors kept shut
against the blind woes of a darkened vista
And to set down upon an earth of
scorched illusion and tainted meats,
proffering added colours beyond the white
Depravedly impressed footprints on an
unmarked linen sheet, held back by a
rough-hewn hand, made for battle and
guide the way on your unblemished behalf
Alas to sever the chord and introduce the
first breath of stale-aired corruption. To see
the unclosed eye open and know it's
end and all that lies between
To see all creations flaws and triumphs
naked in entirety, and the evolution of
revolution finally succumb to fossil fuels
and population. All of this shall bring a
weeping perspective to a blind man's gaze
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