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Colliding spirits ride together.
Every week is the loving season.
It seems my breathing bleeds with reason.
Sickness willows drape her trees attribute violence to her knees for squeaking aimless walking thieves to leave her weeping feeling weak.
Holding on to this living in the trial of expression.
Relying on creation in the wake of misperception.
Fighting lefty minds with weapons: love gun deception.
Watching time slip with hopes of leaving an impression.
Threats at conscience roots of nonsense.
Reckless leverage correspondence.
Demons waking life escaping.
Faith submitting all responses.
Depth of darkness should disarm us.
Should is naught. Love is flawless.
Overthrow emotions talking ears on pavement hands for walking shudder something introspective reaching further for perspective if and only if the treatments wrapped in colors built for freedom.
Tribulation week will leave you weak and unprepared comparing feats of strength once shared amidst the peak.
Simply a chance.
Rise and face it.
Sunny raining window pain.
Pockets hiding wings of change.
Streaming faces. Fall it cries.
Twisted death rings sing alive.
Well the world creates a different drum when your societal senses are hanging there numb.
Walking backward standing sideways eyes enlightened by the highway.
Painted feet and clothes with tears are pathways over all despair.
Intuition riding. We will share and keep trying.
We are the vision children. We will keep flying.
Formation of grievance upon our allegiance controlling our feelings towards all thats indecent.
Our alibi arriving despite all the thriving contriving and lying despised.
We rise by finding minds tied aligning times to keep freedom from dying.
We will realize. We can survive.
We are us.
We are us.
Panoramic love outlandish.
Janglin jane enhances trances.
Sunrise landing squinting shadows.
Raining laughing mad she dances.
Thesis facetious endeavors of humor. Rumors of serious life trials nearing. Asked to embrace every thought that we’re fearing. Its clear they don’t want us to step out of line. Reminded we’re drones who must learn our own minds. Trying to get out alive from the line.