While Death doth sleep,
where does thou go?
To the mattresses,
of Prisons Row?
Guilt or Innocence,
this land does Lie!
Condemning Men with judgments then,
years do pass, a century may end,
just to find you're called again.
D.N.A., a brand new thing, a play of R.N.A.?
Upon the Chess Board of this life,
the dice are thrown straight threw.
In thread barren lint?
A single strand.... of silk?
Should it prove it wasn't you,
your years of outcast, through?
To return to freedom stare,
a jail bird becomes your due.
An easy prey to pity too,
I'll tell you from the grave.
Darkness wanes, while Death is out.
He suffers much the same.
As fate may have and destiny dictates,
a problem plagues the few.
Intolerance and fear of truth that's sought,
falsehood found it's way.
The courts pronounce,
a sentence sound,
yet, let the guilt walk free.
Where are the ones, I see inside,
a minds eye does give sight.
To all the ones, who know whats right,
a girl who swam all night,
that's me!
For Men it's more
than I adore,
for in the World's more.
Such sentence served, though undeserved,
will be what does uproar!
For into night: Go not to Light!
A blinding, womanly plot.
They want you dead and in their bed,
at least your safe from this.
The youth that's here will not drink beer,
injustice is to tall.
But, we will fight and do it all
until you feel near.
Upon that day when fear doth leap,
for Women or the Fool.
We might be scared,
we may not scream
in silent humble chord.
The guarantee of so much more,
we hold your spot it's true.
With Death Court Closed,
the Gavel slams
and Guillotines ring clear.
That's weird.
One mistake, makes the lands courts wrong,
a jury of your peers.
So while you're in and we are out,
keep faith in facts; We swim!
Drowning in the site of phlegm,
it's gross, I do agree.
Ignorance is known to them,
and idiots I hate.
Although we hang ourselves so well,
the Monkey Bars are fear.
For if they give, I'm sure they won't,
we will land in tear :(
Will you let go, to guide your Soul,
you will, you every might?
In Afterlife or dreams at night, when you go to sleep:
Please, dear Sir, dream of me,
I'm scared and I am free.
A Sage from the present to the past,
I call my Twin Soul too.
Will you look for him at night and testify my say?
I'm nearly through, eternity seems overdue,
I'm tired of missing you.
Split my Soul, so I can go, I'll miss you when I'm old.
Thank you.
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