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6/26/17 On the very first night The sun burned bright Before the moon turned white Whether or not it was willed or a given birth right Not all would ever come to appreciate Earth and life During times of the worst plight Many believed in royalty and anything religious, involving some kind of church hype While the truth got hidden among the dirt twice Never found to this day even with search lights A book found in the rain Was stained On each and every page And it smelled of sage Yet, suprisingly all of the text remained Water molecules, went and came Fell onto windowpanes And through gutters, then into drains Where it finally made contact with the oceans and waves Several picture frames Were re-arranged Because OCD took center-stage My vision blurry As I woke up early Somewhere around six thirty I got my hands dirty So I could get some turkey While showing little if any mercy During the journey There was endless controversy Leaving some on a gurney There was another theory said But it wasn't clearly read To those that were nearly dead In the waters, sediments got stirred up, some of which didn't settle In our own ways, we all are gifted and special Lost control of my temper and went rather psycho Made a fair share of typos Out in the jungle with vines Forests with pines And beside the ocean tides What a peaceful day Nothing gone about in an evil way I've always wanted to see the fam, kids and people stay While having an equal say No giving in Or worry about if something is a sin All able to live and swim Across either side of the prime meridian While trying to coexist with any amphibians Jumping and swimming in waters with pieces of obsidian Before it all turns into oblivion