Twisting shadows in the sky, solar winds begin to fly, hydrotomic etheric tide, sunstorm mesons in their stride, magnetic flux between heaven and earth, a spark to heed for what its worth. Neuronetic anomaly, hydro electrics amid the sea, mermedian acoustics, sonaric clashing sounds, they dont know when to stop when God makes His rounds. A thunder bolt on a flaming cross, another way that is a loss, because their eyes no longer see, a land thats made for liberty. No they act to illusions sprung, dispite what bell libertys rung. So gather up the clouds that rip and beneath them let the earth unzip. Quiver shiver rattle and shake, columns crumbling as they break. Pole shift magick, life and its tragic, deeds perpetually done. Wrong aint right by the stars of the night, so let the flares be less than quite. rumble in the earth. rumble in the sun. and by life itself may it be done. rumble tumble and let the old crumble. new shoots must make there way. to crack through the ground and till it on down.
Posted on: Wed, 05 Jun 2013 05:08:06 +0000
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