The Cave
Run away you scholared freaks
Adhering to the weakest links
Thou shall only try to honorably think
Why we cant see when you blindly blink
Vanished from the city hazed
It is me who learns to slow
The school was full of all to know
And I am left in retentive days
Dragons full of fire breathing dreams
Dreamers full of imaginative seems
Why is it that we are left so still
A question asked is hard to reel
Holler yes I am the creator of the father of G-d
I created him with a pen and some ink
For G-d is a she so beautiful virgin and pink
Look hear O mighty G-d here is the holy rod
Those shadows dance on the walls
Locked am I guessing there calls
For I see only animal shapes
Bats changing to purple grapes
Where tu is my time o sun
Blinded like hell bearers from heaven
Touching the shadows naked and slum
As locked am I growing comfortably numb
O son of mine you must free
Let loose and voices let it be
How prayers once prayed with a squawking scream
Let alone it left my wandering dream
The shadows are not believed only misunderstood
My neck yearns for human touch
Behold such freedom where art thou such
To make a life from bad to good
Trunks and Asses
Run away you scholared freaks
Adhering to the weakest links
Thou shall only try to honorably think
Why we cant see when you blindly blink
Vanished from the city hazed
It is me who learns to slow
The school was full of all to know
And I am left in retentive days
Dragons full of fire breathing dreams
Dreamers full of imaginative seems
Why is it that we are left so still
A question asked is hard to reel
Holler yes I am the creator of the father of G-d
I created him with a pen and some ink
For G-d is a she so beautiful virgin and pink
Look hear O mighty G-d here is the holy rod
Those shadows dance on the walls
Locked am I guessing there calls
For I see only animal shapes
Bats changing to purple grapes
Where tu is my time o sun
Blinded like hell bearers from heaven
Touching the shadows naked and slum
As locked am I growing comfortably numb
O son of mine you must free
Let loose and voices let it be
How prayers once prayed with a squawking scream
Let alone it left my wandering dream
The shadows are not believed only misunderstood
My neck yearns for human touch
Behold such freedom where art thou such
To make a life from bad to good
Trunks and Asses
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