Netcees - New Jersey 1972

The passions...

...burning memoirs of the slightest decree,
Hindsight to a beach where the shores wade into sea.
Get it? Cause it's... Nevermind fuck an apology
I'd rather rot beneath if we're speaking honestly.
I mean it with each ounce outta me because I'm done,
Being a facade to a cause in a war with no gun.
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As the tar burns I inject my disgust but at least im fed
Bleed truth through dyslexia; often misused or misread.
Intrepid dreams looming
These screams are soothing
Words bruising...
...bird's eye view
The abnormalities that I loved once in a blue moon.
Desecrated hearts bound by chariot dreams,
Concealed from the peripherals of simpletons.
Lungs filled with gasses infecting the streams,
No youth for the future as we remain the little ones.
The seed hath fallen; makers of our own demise,
Tainting the very truth that we misconstrued in the lies.
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Amidst the nights calling as the street laid silent,
Waffle and chicken plates fed our minds in that climate.
Drawing memories onto that glass case, should have seen how the past chased.
Sparking every follicle to stand tall yet with a masked face.
That dreary night crept into my mind merely half baked,
I'm passed aches as the murder continued of those who didn't have faith.
As silver pierced embodiments with only half haste,
The plating burned; tugging the skin leaving many with a bad taste...

That's enough. Order in the court.
Mr. Michaels I've heard enough out of you.
Had one chance to plead your case
You chose to flaunt the very tears you consumed.

I here by sentence you to death.

But I've only begun...
... There is more.

-Story