We the Poets, United By Our Clashing Wits
Thinking big
Starting small
Crash the system
Drop the ball
Crack the whip
Spill the Beans
Defy your God
A sight obscene
Practice
Lie
As angels die
All just a shot in the dark
Shoot and miss
Control your fists
Violence
Consumes the air
Ride among
The ones who’ve sung
Away their cries
Who’s the one that dies?
Riding fast through the clouds
Way above Heaven
And Past Avalon
Graciously floating over the River Styx
What you seek
What you seek is down below
The Rivers Majestic Majesty
Bursts of Flames and jumping pieces of coal
Your life runs thin as your read words.
Your wasting time but you come back for thirds
You want it
You feed on it
We the ones who aren’t like others
Romantics, Poets, Forever Brothers
We chase the goose into prison walls
And we fall in to a trap, As if forever our souls will stay in cells.
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