vanishing act

All the sacrifices made with the times of being enslaved

for the man to get paid while he venting for the grave

behaving otters floating in the sea

far as i can see all cause raving miseries

waves crashing on the sea times infinitely

the villain reminiscing on suspense while living in past tense

if life was a fence, he already jumped over 

ponder on the leaves as the trees smile clovers 

behold as the holy abuse power feeling lonely 

similar to racial queues stacked for a few

still riddle by the life that they thought they once knew 

disappear like the winds of the phony chrome homey 

staying for the wine just to see world slower 

power in the center of my mind i see nowhere

the stale stream of space takes my soul like a nose hair