Hi I'm back to peddle my writings to you all...
Thank You
Thank you
I feel so loved as the sunlight phases through the canopy
I beg your pardon
The shelf is limited, but I'm sure for the most of it
No complaints from this bird, I can smile all I want
I can't be down on the world today
Because that is a steep slope down
I cannot complain, the book refrains "thank you"
Thank you
To drench myself in beautiful toxins
I am getting
Weaker than before perhaps we'll come crashing down
On the same playing field
I am perfect on the inside of rotting Earth
Where green becomes perfection
And I am red, brethren of blood
A formality at best
Is there a chosen one?
Sent from the skies above
An aquaitance who sees through glass - like dowsing machines
A temptation: title chosen one
En masse erosion of the state
I follow like the rest
Green as it was has on obscene
A ball choking mule is thrown down the fire
"Carpe diem" my frozen mask walk
The woman in scrape now he lurches on a fringe
The devout will disperse thrown spears towards the heads
Thank you
Thank you
I am to be shot on the second day
Government plastic waste you are
I name you King Geedorah
You come from ghettos of indignation
Exit stage left and become concious
We're raging upwards in less than five
Thank you
I inch by
Slithering
A snake bite
Like venom
I cry as you walk
You pace
In tune
A dopamine infested
Calcium injection
Life spearing
Sparrow a dust
I can't walk
I can
I am
Thank to the day
Rain raining
Slithering by
Sneaking
Spare me tonight
As a bird, follow through field
A total eclipse
Gnawing, hand in pocket
As a bird, I am thankful
Spare me all misery
A flag fall to ashes
It is alright it is are you
With a spark you do offend
So ungrateful, so self-righteous
Thank you for the love and kind words
A twisting empathy and selfish in turn
I am nothing, and am I cereal bits
I am grain, I am ingrain, reprehensible
Become myself is to be
Or not
To be kinder as a lichen
I am become a bird
You are my symbiosis
I miss you
Punishable by death when the wind blows my name to murder the bird
I am intangible
My figment imagination
My falsified pretention
I cannot deliver
As a matter if it were
A slow drip, time
My son of vitriol
A concequence of you
Mind altering your alter shine
My music my alter ego
Thank you
To my family
To my friends...
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