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Anomaly

My thoughts wander as I wonder what I'm running for. It's like I'm hunted cos I'm wanted for the chalk under juggernauts. Now I ponder what I'm running from. I took shelter against an atomic bomb. I put distance between us like boggy swamps. And worked resistance against urges when the horror taunts. I grip the side of todays and tomorrows wants. And let the world burn away when on fire watch. I turn to gaze at the stars in the night sky and look away with desire in my bright eyes. I stay aligned and balanced like earths globe. With the moon and the planets with the sun burning slow I come with passion for the past do I desert home Do I deserve a future or do I turn rogue. There's no sorrow for tomorrow when you watch it pass. Forgot today in search of yesterday in the past. My future looks like an image of a bleak scene. I emerged from the sea still picturing a deep me. My heart goes out to all the people that are never found. Too much going on and feeling under pressure now. It aint easy when surviving on this deadly ground either. As we breath the air choking thank god we found sleepers. Only demons there to keep us here keep us scared they're sincere. Still considering my thoughts where I re compare. Nightmares and dream scapes as I lie here this heat wave leaves me right here going crazy to see the change. Trapped seeing these angles. The tangled chap man of perception in chains where they dangle. The manacled mans hands on pulse when he strangles throats. Facing these battles I stand alone like a stranded ghost. I move faster alone quick grab the rope slick catch an go. All in the same boat now the ships mast broke. No sails for gale winds that blow on the high seas tired trying hit that coast. Thats my goal. Deep in defiance when I fling that stone as reply to some social science you show signs that ya lean that low. Ya best answer when I ring that phone. That's right man ya hear me bring that tone. When I bring back soul ya knees flop like a bean bag dolls. Man ya eave drop like a clique of crack hoes. Like a dog tare the meat from the bone of bone idol spineless blokes if they fit that role.

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