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The Silent Arabian Night
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Three kings surrender to three wise men
eyes wide open soaks hope in opium
dopeamines mime stencil outlines render
dark shades and hues, waves of death ment to..

to what die like you (1)
or
live like you was

To when you went once (2)
because
were softer drugs

TO bump our crowns because you called them unfit (3)
mine sits a hat, fact cuz

the wind blows, swifts into shivers of legalization
sterilization of the mind wither like a silent Arabian night shone
our flesh melts like a mid life crisis in a come down of victory
spinin heroin lids in snow cones like ice cream delivery
probably wake up in another diamond field
maybe a rape dungeon of the kings first daughters wield

1 men says to 2 - 3

i remember yes, one was called Hiedi
Jennifer no jen - Oh heidei the seeming silly hill girl from way back went - tidy
but in the mud of a field like she never lifted a pale to drink the ale she fetched by the mornings breath to the afternoons death to the dawns jest our fresh her flesh pronounced herself is in goosebumps italics bold you could almost curve her curves in cursives if even the dirt wasnt too dirty
any whoot dooty
3 states
through the blah blah is head spins possessed by the power..
rainbow effect clouds cover the dessert - stretch and reshape as his head spins like a pig.. forming the word coward..

1,2
1..1-2

it wasnt long to the rest followed..

the three kings ponder life and such on a timeless bender
in a sleepless town where you only come down when you ment to
but life hasnt to that way as they dies in the skulls..flesh - scalp - immortalized
and they need to escape or their kingdom will will crumble immoralized
everything spins backwards on a spindle of unwound never stripped
the bars slowly drip like wedges of dried paint ripped in the rip

it takes the three of them to break apart the bars
as they walk from the dungeon to the dinner room to the outside stars
the kingdom shrivels with the rape dungeon afar

like their first born son jafar they scream as their first and last breath in and word (sun)

melts every essence of shelter and molds it to their flesh until they form rock
their crown pops in and out and fuse their heads into the wisemens lost nigger blues shocked through and through cost
and sets the sun on a scenic last kiss for their wives each six had 9

the day they became (one)

and the sun sunk behind the desert beyond never again