Another Bad Dream
I had a dream last night it reminded me of chaos
Nightmares, the reality self identified the sacrifices i made do they payoff
The butcher's got the blade in his hand but does he got a spade in his pocket
To gamble with your life , to throw it down the the drain, evil schemes do they prosper, mayhem makes it's appearance it's all like clockwork,
we all got internal engines in our brains that's why the enemies bent on
having my hand on a pillow before dignitaries ritualism is a killer
As i go back to calling on my ancestors for guidance
Ancient as the dark star who ever basked in the presence of darkness
Serpents clothe in sheep's clothing the poison still still in me only
because it didn't take my life my mind must remain open
Every 3 seconds someone dies that's the cold wind
Now bodies swell on the surface of the ocean
And earthquakes make rocks into the face of old men
Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2016
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