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This WorldThis worldThis World
This world is a book A story incomplete It is a novel that bares the truth Airs the dirty sheets
It has a buttery warmth Or a cold oppressed beginning It shines with all it’s wonders Or hides the ones not winning
It’s like a tree Outstretched towards it’s goal But the world is going around the sun While the tree is growing tall
It fades into obscurity Than explodes into existence It fights until it’s back on top Than chooses the least resistance
It complicates the simplest thin
The LetterHowdy there, pretty girl How’s your life in the big bad world? I thought I’d keep you up to date With the happenings at Yotoga Gate. Paps doing fine except for his head Missy let the cow go, it ran into the shed Not through the door, as you might have guessed But straight through the wall Which stabbed into her chest Mama was real upset of course And raved and ranted, then shot the horse Missy howled for a solid hour While mama washed the blood off In the shower.The Letter
Paps was still at work you see, So the cleaning job was given to me So whil
Virgin FlamedVirgin FlamedVirgin Flamed
The sun shines on another world As virgin rays become unfurled
Shadows mingle with dusk and light As mysterious lands rush out of night
Shapeless wonders line the sea Searching and probing for some kind of key
Mountains cascade into tumbling stone Covering all who feel free to roam
Rivers run deeper and longer than love Reflecting each mood of the downcast above
Animals stray across sweeping fields Bobbing their heads through inedible yield
Trees that are older than the earth would tell Speak silen
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