change that boom bap to a click-clack boom blam
about two inches away from this fools glance
double barrel blast cannon, make sure it's syncopated
wanna go out to a beat shot that could end a nation
let a ringing fill the ears and not this dearth of mirth
fireworks created with the last red on earth
rest in pieces
rest in pieces
rest in featureless, feeblest, needed less pieces
rest in pieces
rest in pieces
rest the sleep of the white flag waving defeated
and let it rain again.
it's either the quiet or the loud moments
the middle ground between is the space where scholars find hope is
hidden under the everyday mumble haze of the out of focus
that's where the secret peace is called out by the locusts
posted by adam @ 3:56 AM
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