| |
Connector
The people take stock of the people,
and evening star rotates on it's spindle,
we hear what we hear and fear no evil,
but what we don't expect is our eventual upheaval.
They will clash,
they will unmake their own kind,
it's evolution in every way,
yet we cannot mind,
it's in again-
so we listen,
the movies state to be a pog,
getting slammed in doors of their enigmatic laws,
as being a free culture is in no way free to support-
even walking takes some kind of a horse.
Copyright ©
Jimmi Canada
|