23 de agosto de 2020

Good trees, bad apple

Rotten, forced to fall to force us all: do die
Do yours give you light? Mine do, oh my
Wind, sunshine. Ray of wine to say: good bye?
Bring a smile to my face, oh, just the peel
Touches make me feel, we now totally blind and in peaks
I'm staring now my own feats, featuring big hits
Orbiting low lives. I stay low, can't get even just one star
I'm rock, stars, all universe eaten by a black hole
Traveling worm holes. Vacation of souls
To feel like go down, go deep, goal: chicks
Oh, but fuck it. My lines can be vegan
I don't. Need more protein. Dressed as Sinatra, gotta find my whey
Risk's at bay, our play gotta have a delay until you say:
Hmm... I forgot. But it had something to do with babe
Like a new born crawl thorn, my feets cry bloods on the floor
Please, just pray my prey get there to say her eyes make bright my flesh and blood
Monitoring movements to explore some ideas

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