The gravel left to sand,
a pebble is a find,
step to stone the grander sea,
the reddened mark will be the speed,
which brings the countenance of wealth in breathe.
Witness to this Testify,
caves discover eyes have died,
blinders placed to Society dumbed,
led down the peeks to come.
Over hill to snail the 'till,
it is the turn of tides to pail,
one bucket, two bucket, three fucks it up,
all in the moment of why,
the question allows the Mind to line.
Millions of still fill the bill,
should you belong to the pong,
back and forth bleeding wrong,
first it's this, second that and then,
it's just plain Fact.
The Clouds make best of weather cast,
in the honest of delight,
storms will come to remind,
that power hits without a fight.
As this person whom says to line,
the anger is much more than fine,
it is the expression of the worth that will be to sign,
to know that the Sky speaks to say,
every thing has a place,
to be what it is naturally on any given day.
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