Portions of broken spirits wander in search of life
Within the soul of the whored heart beat puzzles
The golden rifts stirred up by boasty moods
To sink the Sun into the midday's belly
The night cry victim when the hello bounce back from the ozone
Shooting stars lay naked on the wagon of gravity
Kings claim rusty thrones to elevate egos of imbecile withins
The stretch for leverage attached to strings of the homely
Soothing hymns presented as smiles prepared to gel in the moment
To cover the scars of once so bigger wounds
Psychedelic stories told in the field where slaves sweat
Frowns worn kill the mood seeking proofs
Presented be rigged stories to faulter the ravened
By the bloody in relations but do not relate
Hello, tearful mother of the tamed wild ones
Daddy so big bullied you to succumb
He ride smoking pipe so golden
Still dressed in blazing costumes
To blame his faults on your Offsprings
Who were born into the same shadows he beget
Since the day he stepped on your shores as a merchant
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