Solace is in the trees
Swaying with the breeze
under the cracks of the doors and through our skin and pours
Two elements of man and earth combine
Which connect so well it brings chills to our spines
There is something growing from within
a hole of an immaculate conception
We too want to be in the womb
For you see we can't live much longer in this silent tomb
Vultures are feeding on the soul
each taking a piece fot their own liKing
they are stripped complete...making them washed up and dull
I go back and forth only at the equilibrium for less than a second
Tossing and turning the world pushes me
all for the status of a new found king.
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