with data hidden
and the meaning foretold
so we -- scratch that
rainbows
forcing out depression as
we stalk the night and
lay false claims to her
soul burning bri.....
clearly now the effort
is lost and the paint
chips off leaving only
the stones
such consumption of
power and the waste of
food feeds a hundred
starving natives and
the life no good.
want not what you have
but to lie so grander
smoke another one my
dear friends and trim
off of you
colored rocks in the
Forrest tell only half
truths as the water
sparkles brightly and
the seasons perpetuate
a new.
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