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The Sure Fire
Somethings You never know
Sometimes you have nothing to show
Tears in those eyes
Comfort city on the brink of misery
Killing fields the dreams of you and me
Desert sunshine warning you how things are going to be
Give in to glory my little can of spam
Leaving a ledger of love upon a tree
generation far away from where we begun
I can't tell you how to how to live
I can't tell you who to love
Killing a life of horror.
Killing a life of monkey's hope
Tied to a chair
breathing liquid air
How do you see this world
Not explored nor swayed by cruel intention
Tears in your eyes
Killing field
horrors camo to the endless nightmare
sitting next to medusa
with her snakie weaving golden hair
Dial a dream
Fall into the pit where emptiness frees loneliness
Centripetal force a hurricane inside my brain
Sarah's so desperate to remember your name
The world wind of street camels haste
At arms instinct taught war
Left the saving for ideals never born
To recall what you hate the most
Inside a dream inside a smokey gleam
of hope
Copyright ©
Greg Slode Smith
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