so much to a flame, so deserted with fire,
while all was torque. baked or fluffy while it shreds such an empire such
bleeding baptism. our dying in America our resurrection in Fury while most need
a nice drilling. so threshed asunder by gravel to gut while most eat humble
pie. a daughter estranged so taught crookedness to imagine one might distinguish
gristles. the bone grieving our angst with respect our nation torn by livers:
the film laughing where it gets bolder such lives must matter. I appear to me
afraid of mirrors while dolls terrified granny.
a
backdrop a back-emotion a black-church! those woods knit history, while a noose
dangles, the winds so accurate! such as life or such as penalties where one is
an irate movie. wires strangle souls or spirit leaps while a carcass was nailed
to its tree. our gnostic papyrus our American hierarchy where minds seems so
closer. by tragedy we gain strength. upon a death we build revolution. those
battling eyes!
it
becomes graffiti or more confetti where a feeling dripped into a massacre. we
race or hit gates fleeing or running those old-school miracles. so many at
listening or so many courtrooms while we never claimed as angels. across oceans
those lives while something cruel takes place—in this land or freedoms, this
ghost with red vines, or so swampy those murky rivers. so throttled. so exhausted.
while a soul becomes a church basement. those un-caved Panthers, such bloody
history, while considered a person of interest. so redressed so wide open where
it seems too apparent: the gritty teeth, the jimpy thought, so cursed it feels
good to be an underdog: we live more, we feel more, we leap higher!
know
history. know repeats. while enjoying the beauty allotted to you. people clash.
we can’t unlock mercy. it’s easier to discount us. we need destruction or never
to get it right while we never get enough of our crimes. (such social
deviants!)
