10
A simple form,
will conform,
but an anarchist
lives for freedom
against
a shadow
of
capitalism.
A jumper worn,
but not sown
with needling
and the prick
a typical
fellow
of nightly bliss
The evil has been born
and we need to reform
before the darkness
invades our heretical....
What has been torn
hidden passages,
the juicy of the corn
Satan and this sadness
It will be soon be the end.
Ask yourselves,
the pain on the bookshelf
dusty of that Amazon demon
we ignore all the sermons
empathy is almost empty,
& we don't see the people.....
Life is a helium balloon
or rough of the cowboy
in a down-ward saloon,
broken are our toys,
Friend-ship here is empty
so bullets are like glasses
fragile to not even knowing
we return to the beginning
Trapped in this hellish paradise
until purgatory makes a decision
to choose a fate otherwise.
We'll be the roaches as they rise
a world where you can simply die
or rise above and be a mettle
of a raised axe as it really flies.
Cutting tree branches
with a simple blade,
let that axe fly free here
before the morning brings.........
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