The Book the Wizaed Wrote Part Five

But you cant keep this book intact its not allowed your soul will not bear it do you keep all the prophecies to be a part of the truth do you tear out the love and find just the directions to eternal youth\ do you keep the satanic metaphors to reveal the author had a horrible soul this test upon humanity is sitting by the riverside Love for sale in western mail Love for sale in western mail Watching it all go down is given to every woman child mother father adult and then you create how its passed down to the future but its never whole one day I will write this book and you will all dream Pushing the limits So many nights crying The limits that limits that change About its entirety go from house to house to read the book with pages missing to compare it to yours to fathom family legacies and opinions Born to please to try to understand the truth of oppression and decisions and accuracy and creativity and in this book I will write stories and I will write traditions and I will write games and I will write sanities and insanities but what you keep and what you throw away stay away from the river man The water is cold Don’t ever set me free Born to dream Of those days of warm rays No one has a clue You’re safe when they hear me But they’re gonna clue in When they see the sneak They clueing in All their strength not to fall apart Satellite secret moments shadowed in the heat of the afternoon To the holiday They will always want by their side they’re cluing into the bird lady Doing things my way they’re cluing in to little miss daisy is another test another dream another curse another prayer of metaphor another chain of soft spoken words to never have answered something this generation had that memory can only answer and the death wish of not cooperating leave you upon a grave of cand’lit flames and hells passed on to legacies of hell the arch angels tell you to tear down walls to cripple you all Everywhere Everything blue eyes Unbelievable ways Sky of white stars exotic Magical times Broken faith makes me your new book of god And I’m running out of here Or no way at all Running out of here BROKEN FAITH makes me YOUR NEW BOOK OF GOD And I’m running out of here And I’m running out of here Come to the reason You really got me I wasn’t fake come to the light back to the middle