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One Invention; Industrial Revolution
Into the sunset we’ll ride
And we’ll see how much you’ve grown
By the last words you choose to leave behind
We can pretend that heaven denied you
because you found your own path
We can pretend that we all don’t know what’s really going on there
A novel of lies,
Read it and weep
Read it and weep
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride
And it’s easier to rule with silence than to silence the ruler
And it’s an easy ride into the sunset when all your bridges are still intact
And it’s much harder to see the ashes of hell with your head in the clouds
But it’s so unsurprising to see you comforting yourself with a novel of lies
You know that if wishes were horses, beggars would ride
Standing there like a lemon
Thoughts too sour to protect your tower of porcelain
Such sweet irony to know you’re crumbling under that mask
A scroll full of ink of your behaviors that could be their own disorders
Read it and weep
Read it and weep until you crack
Wouldn’t it be nice if we all had genies in our pockets
Karma in a bottle, you gotta harness it the right way
It’s unsurprising you choose spite
Over learning about yourself
A nobel prize winner of carefully woven lies
But you know if wishes were horses, beggars would ride
Into the sunset, away from the burning ashes of your obvious end of the line
Copyright ©
Matthew Bailey
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