Shrug
He steams and then blows up...
his own treasonous soldier, stuck in a zenith of novas
eyes to the heavens; mouth open; Eden - ambrosia
The serpents released skin, his beacon is hopeless
just citizen kane's dreaming of rosebud; feigning, but focused
seeing the sequence, but keeps repeatin it over
to see through the fog, his heat in this cold front
keeps feeding the cobra, leaking; squeamishly sober
he teases the vultures, while preening his coat up,
but its easy to coax em; deceive with emotions
his genius is stroking, bereavements been broken
on his last leg leaning, his reprieve being loaded
the bees keep stinging, cleaving their own stun
vehemently shogun; him being the lone gun
his speech. uneasy; labored breathing, slow tongued
envy greening; the greed being explosive
the seizure's robust; plague, Egyptian locusts
reachin achievements, needs depleted; hopes bust
but, leads from the crows nest, with Theseus's motion
to where the wind takes him; breathing his own gusts
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FFC>FCC
A. bove T. he R. est
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