Hell-fires rise and lava lamps sink with floating blobs of jelly
dads voice rises and mama’s refrains from those who wish to conspire
rusted coin-faces and spindles of wood come racing down the stairs
rotted pillars and grossly beams are rotting in my hair
the spider that once ate the impurities out of brain waves and tribulations
give rise to nations that stood once strong but sunk and drained long ago.
humorous jackals and laughing hippopotami making ruckus in the mud
while the governed folk and tyrannical men make nothing of the joke
spinning frogs and couching cats bring solace to the night
what the fuck are we doing here if not here for the fight?
I ask you one more time to come back into my life
it’s lonely here, in still remorse, i’m blind and without sight.
could you make this little easier for me, please? It seems to be unfair
When freckles, cheeked, and girls upset, turn heads so red of hair
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