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The Macrocosm Within the Microcosm
As i'm up on the cliffs, i get a sight of the town. A calm day, not even a sound I sit there & ponder the profound Because my mind resounds Like bloodhounds who Discover murderous true-found's Who put 2 rounds Into blue clowns Who were too down & always frowned Because the weight of their success Weighed half the amount of a pound &, their progress climbed a hopeless mound Off the focused ground Of the All-Seeing Eye... Of tall beings who fly & came from the sky I soon discovered why This knowledge hasn't passed me by For, i am taught that in life you must always try Who gives a damn if you are soon to die? The ones you think care, Are the one's who will truly lie In order to solidify Their place in this cold-hearted World of the spy & the fried Who live petrified by the evil inside Us all that will create the fall Of ourselves & all the power melds Into the Industrial Revolution of our Illustrious Evolution Seeking disastrous resolutions & claiming that regressed illusions are the Essence Of the Almighty's presence Yet, humanity keeps getting picked off Like bullets towards a pheasant Our wings are gone & Now, one cannot take to the skies For our collective ignorance extends too long & the masses believe these repressive lies Strung together with unbinding ties & hopeless vies for assistance to the very ones oppressing us Seems like a mindless policing Of the people instead of Joining the resistance & defeating the blind mess Of the ones leasing the steeple To the creeps full of it As they pardon us all Yet, go behind our backs to get lit Making them unholy hypocrites
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