New World Odor
Perceptions of reality
Willing to rattle me
Within the fallacy
Of malignancy
That makes one go into
mental distrophy
& physical atrophy
Of the unholy who commence the blasphemy
Undertaken by plastered thieves
Who master the leaves
on the Tree of Life
& fail to live up to the hype
Like the 3rd reich
Going down the water pipe
Infested in flouride
Forced to abide
Where the fire collides
All things set aside
For the riding tide
That forever binds
The gracious minds
With segacious rhymes
On round behinds
Be wise in who you decide
To be kind to
So, you won't feel the need to rewind
& remain in a time loop
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