The disguise complements the praise
paradise is the illusion coherence utters change
A god reads underneath an applicant
indoctrinated to believe in magic tricks
inhabiting your attachments to narratives
clouding clarity with aspects of arrogance
at this dispiratity the voices just manifest
dont get so analytical my choices are chariots
hunters without a empty bay
bishops will pray horses lay
on the floor we forced em today
you made 90 degrees look enticing
but a king don't pawn for no change
a monkeys paw thats ok
Last edited by brokenhal0; 02-21-2021 at 06:36 PM.
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