Young Molly is topping the death charts at number 1 with a stray bullet. The gun is led by a headhunters scorn. Desired by many and made in the forsaken pulpit. No warnings entail, as many now morn. This is seen by many in the spiritual fit. Nobody will leave unarmed, no one will leave the pit. Music blares as happiness is shared. Mindless terror seems to tail off of the thoughts as they glare. An evening of pure unadulterated scare.
Tensions build and then flare. The dawns early light seems to impair, as many surmise, “never ever again “I swear.” The side effects became more and more aware. It was time to have a depressive share. The night that created the debonair now plats disrepair. Love used to fill this ball room with air. Now it is just full of plenty of solitaire.
Molly’s next foolish love affair will be an insightful dare, but it will again flare. She is an ex, who is seen to spread a great public affair. Yearning with her desired air, the crowd once again is in a sedated share. Pursued and erupted this cup of pleasurable tea is ready to be declared. Those who indulged erupt then explode and are no longer spared.
Deep in Borneo
The myth was broken
No headhunters did i find
But in the morning i was awoken
Some tribal people
Near a plateau crest
Have finally spotted
The boy's of the forest
I had heard they existed
For many years
In forests so deep
Away from modern tears
These boy's are so different
On their back they have wings
With birds of paradise they sit
And they speak through sings
From the reports i hear
They look like you and me
And no wonder you ask
How can that be
At sometime long ago
An evolutionary fork
Has taken a different path
While, maybe others did abort
Is there a reason
Why they have lasted the pace
Are they the future
Of our human race
On these beautiful islands
Creatures of old, undiscovered
Hidden for reasons
In greened canopy covers
Today i travel
To this plateau crest
To glimpse these boy's of the forest
For them, their presence will rest
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