On a darkened night, the earth cries as her blood is stained black
While her hairs burn, the dog dances
Fleas pollute her fruits as her voice begins to crack
But we go to heaven while laughing at her chances
The old man is tired
My bike is broken
My coffee has expired
But we go to heaven while silencing that which she has spoken
The vagabond melts away in his knotted vein
A grand concert burst
Money takes us like a game of crane
But we go to heaven while quenching our thirst
A virtual reality
Synthetic feelings are just hormones away
Reaching the end of her warranty
But we go to heaven while stomping her into decay
The earth needs our help
But we gorge ourselves on seven
A big yelp
The earth cries while we smile in heaven
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Memory Fragments
FantasyWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by o...
