
Mask over love
There are two sides to every fear
And in the middle is decay
We eat decaying sandwiches
A little goes a long way
The fears of the child
become the man
You collect fears from the depot
Of lost fears
Like hording clothes
For emergencies
We love our fears
For embodied in each one
Is the mask over love
The principal of death
Like a drip in a cistern
Death becomes the reason to live
When upbringing
Brings failure
It’s easy
To torture
A scapegoat
Whole nations
Brought up
By failing governments
Transfer onto others
The image of their failings
Hating when love
Ignores their spiritual pain
With empty words
How wars begin
There’s a man
Who shits on himself for evil
He then
Walks into a room
With a wager
What is that smell
The people say
And they begin to listen
As clenching his fist
He lies saying
Someone else
Did that to him
Let us turn against them
A man without legs
A man without legs
In front of the sea
Black curly hair, white shirt
A seagull in the sky
Melts like a broken egg
A clock
Is stuck to the clouds
What is this body for? He said
His prayer to the wind
The foam of madness
Along the seashore
On the crest of the waves
Men with wings
Sat smoking pipes
Love, gold, light
Love Gold Light
That floated Swam
Bright buttery sea
Her eyes focused
Wide, filled
Jewel of light
As she believed
A future comes true
Love Wordless Eternity
And then it was mended
Emotions
Like levels of floors
She reached the top
And took me there
The simple ways
I understand
Said the roman wall
From the North Sea
You can see Rome
This is our land
Said the bird in the sky
A land of heart and bone
Take away
Your top soil
The earth beneath
Is ours
And any creature
Landing here
Will be free
From foreign towers
Their pain
Fills the water
The river
Is not clear
Their foundations
Try to alter
The land around
So dear
If my face
Were made
From glass
Maybe with your ways
You’d smash
The backbird song
The beaver tracks
The simple ways
Far from Rome
The simple ways
Of heart and bone
Oh the simple ways
Of all our day
Oh let me save
The simple ways
Hard cash and war
The brains are made of porridge
The orc bird steals their children
They never say they’re sorry
They let their bankers kill them
Their hearts are in the wrong place
Their tears are paved with money
Their politics calls out to them
Come and give us our dummies
Love and insecurity
Things that they don’t like
Hate and security
Better suit their psyche
Giving in giving in to the hard cash
Promising promising the hard cash
Hard cash and war
They really wipe the floor
With you

They never say they’re sorry
They let their bankers kill them
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