Fall Out

wait... these are the times when the outside is lined with pseudo sarcastical rhymes sending grinding vibes of binding crime into non criminal minds with winding cliff sides with clean records that die when men move forward they never ask why slide up vertical and cross the horizontal divide pride, these men will always hide... with their scraped knees they only march under sick trees, slipping deeper through the ugly canopies they leave their minds to wander this the sum of their good deeds? un-stitched seams open the mind to reality-- only two days can change a man's mentality neutrality sets in and begins the stage of awkward gestures pestering the thoughts and molesting all the guess work God calls out! “attention all petitions, lower your fists, and please unclench them your time's not up and I will not forgo your pension” man cries up toward the ceiling believing god and prays for healing feeling so mundane when man's sanity pleas for strain blame the man and make a mane of dirty hairs send paradoxical signal flares vacuum out all holy air time stops and now he's there no.. fall out only hurts when man runs circles round dirty squares