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In a Blank Stare


I don't know what I just read, I just forgot what world I was living in, I don't know whats wrong with my head, I see people dying and their spirits arising, Tic toc the clock goes moo, I see beheaded chickens in their birthday suits, Distant relatives sending food, Now I can't see a day living that 10 cent soup, Tell, write, scream makes you tare your hair out at the scene Now the worlds at flee, What I view is your children's destiny Smoke and fire bomb's, gun's going off, And all we can think of is death against the law, I like green mountains and blue rain, But that's just a beautiful image I can create, And in my mind it shines like gold, So bold, round and beautiful, Though it doesn't reminisce my soul.
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