Dawn carries the sun's beauty over the horizon,
faster than when our eyes met, scolding the more we tied them.
Nerves alarmed like sirens, prying at my senses with force.
Trying to repent my course of actions and begin mending my core.
Sent from the morgue, my body represents two classes.
A peaceful being, and an ego left for dead and proved fascist.
Mind that moved masses masterfully, but she blew past it.
Had me unraveled as if Clay had removed the Cashius.
Gus entered the room with a letter that proved,
that in order for us to live we must measure our moods.
Take pleasure and soothe a better version of life.
If man could be immortal, why not lessen the fight?
We could all live worry-free, thankful and full of courtesy.
Smoke a pound to the head and it wouldn't even hurt to breathe.
Yet this evil lurks in me, hurts to see daylight smothered by clouds.
When the light pokes through, we'll know we're not under the ground.
Alive and well, living fantastic. Waiting on tomorrow's sentiments,
Been alive a thousand years, skin baked tight like kettle chips.
Only took the mind of one man to simply live as a fool.
To warp our oval minds out like a kidney swimming pool.
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