The Outline Of Hop Out
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To trace the footprints of before
In a body torn with remorse
Worn in a particular way
Hung in madness and strung enslaved
My joints they bubble, crack and split
Spitting up inflict down to wit
The birds I feed with free of hand
Dance with dimes that bleed out this land
I forget more then I remember
It's the 25th of December
A black rainbow of xmas stained
With crimson rivers of remains
Dead bodies before their birth baked
In their own save face they shake cage
Escaping no where other then summer
The titles of their house humming
I sit on the bench of the dead
Feed the vultures with coins in eyes left
The pecking order organized
By the breeze of foreign lies bright
With golden tongues past silver style
A serpents certain sure wild fire
They feast for a turkey jerk served
Each bite struck of a parched mouth worked
The money supplied the house fire burnt
Down to ashes for phoenix thirst
They set ablaze ahead of a tale
Untold mail order brides on sale
Without chariots like chains dismissed
They fly for the flew in one hiss
Beyond the coco's nest of my hand
When they realize I was the last land
In between time and homes of bred bars
Perimeters set from the grass seed stars
Past the arrest's of raw roughness
Of war in flight through sore hunches
Or away they have flown by hem
The stencil of them shakes in its stench
Wore then the house prior still sound
Bound losses with unwell of round
Maybe their shape is haunting but free
Of the wood and brick that rots steam
One day it will blow them to shape
Of matter that gave them life not rage
But for now sickness plagues remake
And until they leave I'll sit and wait
Up until the grounds are pure greed
With clean air to leave this pride beseeched
To taste candy coins for myself
The smell just doesnt do it as health
I dont know how many have been thrown now
But this landfill's turned to death row
Mortal as I hope these beast are flocked
Feathered fanned all the way to fucked
The eyes of the faces on coins plucked
I know who's next sat hand out of duck
Swinging my legs worth the time shared
Because a guest is a guest through fear
Where there is none just time bearing all
My question is will I be this fall
The End
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