Minority Thoughts
We find ourselves in different shelves in life to shape and sharpen thoughts
Thinking for a greater tomorrow just to breath the fresh beat of earth
Thunder strikes creating lighting to capture images that would last for Gods
Miming our moves as we elevate invention that was innovated by sin
Sinister mystery laying differently like last crast for peasents
Scrubing for more bread to eat to tick for tomorrow
Loosing hope soul attracted by soil splash flash dashed to the last inch of whiskey
Hearing whisper commencing prophecy plants combined to formulate a form of answer
Swearing for forgotten days to play
Oh child find what was made for us tomorrow to pledge probably gaze all bubbles nibbled through the wall
Who is this fancy face phased with the atmospheric figment
Waiting to be tint in colours of rainbow
Bow to vowl historical metaphor
Finding improper fraction fusing the leftover gas
Past hindered through the hour glass are the days of our lives going to be like this
Drilling drops of unravelling all travelers camping all army.
Ash N.N
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