Hexed fringe on the outside and in

Pedals yellow and born for pollen begin
To reach for rays of a flaming mass call

Twisted straw makeup where black brow hair falls
Shoulders of down on a spine to tall
To support a charactered heart

Dna transfixed on an evolved cemetery fund
Lashes to lashes and kill if we must
Smothering skin revised protocols can be laid
Into a series of jars on upside out and inside down to be saved

Houses of broken glass ships, and blanket holes
A finger could find with no eyes, and a loss of sense
Makes perfect sense on the mirrors rim, begin I
To sit on the border of grass, and mist
Animal night eye statuses activated and recognize this list

Of hunted and sinners, quitters, and winners
Beginners who listen and achievers who quit
Accelerator motivated by egos legit
Under despaired regions of mind legions
Documents hidden are important most the always to find
Lift a lever, and flick the cast, with iron in mind

Molding a shaft of time-line engrained man made memories
That space out, and outer space limits move centuries
Thinking "if we could somehow just get to the stars"
Of glasses raised in mind, one of a kind scars
Prove triumphant histories past we slowly
And willingly self like forget to remember more past forgottens
Vaults left open wide, with venom blind darts inside

Lies telling love of, movies of, and rantings of stolen from a
Previous god we'd create just to believe in a fucking other place
So I could tie laces of ashes and vanes of heaven above the clouds
Where we human eyed, and human eyeds should think good exists
Wrong are we and pedals yellow born to die are too late convinced
That flaming mass calls and has a carved name that reads to us
All, with the lookers name bearing the scarred stain like brown blood
Hexed under the nail, in the gross spine, under the skin, where life really
begins

 
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