Golden Locks

Golden Locks within the minute of retreat your back is tuned to your enemy's chorus harmonic to your freedom, measured by compassion, anxiously seeking their humanity thought ascending from stars see's an ounce of mercy surrounded in darkness a defeated purpose which drove them to the heavens those who have reserved hope find some place to accept the truth a test of how far our courage outlast the chaos from all life's passed mystery's enlightened path never reached the end of suffering to the likeness of a fumbled method we could now follow like the atoms of Eve disconcerted absence to our eutrophic eyes spreading legs like artificial soul momentarily creators of their own excitement movement supported by those who think your great everybody who realizes the dream shape your reflection and let the background find it's own feet Apparent peace soon merged with equality freedom's lark rests on the soles of a war monger's foot peace showed up in a fresh pair of socks the talking corps relates a message conspired by his earthy tones sighting the great spoils and burnt offers of a desired sin while designs of old are searched for something missing past events re-invented an old tool of the government this ambiguous wireless chip lets us say all of thing they can tax and the rest we make it our garden patch