bismillah,
For that which I haven't written,
those words that escape me...
is a home within my ribcage.
Stillness whispers to silence
and they understand a friendship deeper than rukus
I melt in their complexities
I am struck with awe at their dimensions and moments
revelations
that I wish we could hold on to long enough to cause a spiritual revolution
instead...pollution infects time and veins from the hypnotics of a spherical revolution,
delusion, subduing the pain with illusions we chose to sustain and we lose just to prove our disdain..
the situation paints cloudy skies
but the truth will soon reign (rain)
Hold this life in an hour glass
and the sand might shower fast
now we're cast into oblivion cause the power crashed
like stock markets in our hearts,
losing interest as our spiritual recession progresses
forgetfullness marks the paths that were stepping,
the waters that we're treading.
The earth cries for protection as we reck it
cries from justice as we paint its soil red with blood
as some walk on it barefoot and some with provision
some lay dead within it and some walk dead above it,
The sky cries firery sparks as rockets drop like tears
while we're clinically depressed from our psychological death
because we've pathologically slept on everyone but "self"
darkness has become our currency and we're currently in debt
In lands of the living-dead
-T
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