Donald

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When it hits the world is balanced on horns of hate

The sex reveals, an intoxicant

Drugs prescribed as lubricant

All of this I see now

Looking back through fog.

 

Because when we motivate we incite

Profound changes echo chambers

Of the mind we learn evil

More than just aware those

Red forked dancing silhouettes.

 

And so this fat genie not all of which

Is hair certain not brains

Thus we have met the weaks

Bedazzled mobs crowding round

Gazing into silver screens.

 

He may be the one of which the book

Our insecurity the creed

Inspired in us our better hates

He is come unto us

Flagellants we bow and grovel.

 

What race are we the human race of

Creatures small of strength

With brawny brains and creepy hearts

We invented god on earth

Pretending he does heaven.

 

Yet we know nothing but ourselves

Even then not a wit

Imagining utopia from the gates

Our hell is hella suburb

Creepy headstones every corner.

 

What is it in us speaks

In words without an alphabet

What is the meaning of an egg

Shelled cities babies crying

Once they loved alive.

 

Rivers flow in one direction

What if it were not

Imagine different dreams

Language of our heart

Shining light to life?

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