Models to towers of politics and powers yet even we can't see to the top yet.
Nor man of power nor wasting drunken on bottles we throttle the kiln and demand more of men while we taste the hydraulic flowers which seek only a moment, a brief, to reflect on the water flowing freely past.
We're flaming and faming, and celebrating the self-depricating just to get one step ahead of the flow though we know it's only a term of reflection perhaps even deflection to all we should do.
Fallen and crawlin and squallin of rights belonging not to any of us yet a bigger prize awaits if we find the right state of being for now for it's the size of wallets and bank accounts that make us though everyone shouts about how it's unfair.
From the yitter of yards we're all the on guard to the foray that is the Garden of Eden eatin dirt, selling our shirt to outdo the last one and it's all so much fun cause we keep goin to the fountain for a drink before we can blink we are blinded for the well is dry to it's bottom carved-rock and we realize all this time we were starvin.
Neither with a whisper nor bang nor tooth nor fang there are no weapons of mass destruction we'll use but damn we can accuse and jitter and fanger to the whelps in the manger we belittle the littlest difference with deference, for in anger we are always right.
The end is nigh if not past and we cannot last on legs made of water. The keg is set up and we drink from the cup which runneth over. This is the end.
And we are still dying.
I created this while listening to some new music I put together on YouTube, with help from some friends on Facebook. Feel free to have a listen and post what you think.
Mandatory: I do not own any of the material in the YouTube playlist I have linked to. It belongs solely to the artists who spent a great deal of time and effort to put together something amazing. Make sure you support them, or the artists you enjoy, as much as possible. Thanks.
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