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things do not exist outside of fear
dancing, buzzards, mutters, and beer
glasses pushed up and shit-eating grins
there is no justice unless there are sins
open and close - but does it have wings
without fear things are flightless things
and justice notions impose a three-brass band
dumb back music to any real changes at hand.
there's only good or bad changes but is there fault?
we plant our constitutions like burgular bombs at the vault.
about the cities, down out to the sea
we are thrown against our damned ascendency
all the once real and separate things
become one great fear with reaping wings
dancing buzzards mutters beer
once were little worlds scattered across the here
but now they burn against our citied walls
we hear only the singular outside's calls
but never free- for in dreams sincere
move multiple singular our remembering fears
as much as we expand to encompass the day
we still know prone we nervous laughter lay
for all we hide in stride to decide
we never will know the depth outside
as we approach the approach it comes quite clear
we are our own wall, we always are the here -
are the dancing, buzzards, mutters, and beer -
things do not exist outside of fear.
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knot meat
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things do not exist outside of fear
dancing, buzzards, mutters, and beer
glasses pushed up and shit-eating grins
there is no justice unless there are sins
open and close - but does it have wings
without fear things are flightless things
and justice notions impose a three-brass band
dumb back music to any real changes at hand.
there's only good or bad changes but is there fault?
we plant our constitutions like burgular bombs at the vault.
about the cities, down out to the sea
we are thrown against our damned ascendency
all the once real and separate things
become one great fear with reaping wings
dancing buzzards mutters beer
once were little worlds scattered across the here
but now they burn against our citied walls
we hear only the singular outside's calls
but never free- for in dreams sincere
move multiple singular our remembering fears
as much as we expand to encompass the day
we still know prone we nervous laughter lay
for all we hide in stride to decide
we never will know the depth outside
as we approach the approach it comes quite clear
we are our own wall, we always are the here -
are the dancing, buzzards, mutters, and beer -
things do not exist outside of fear.
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