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CowardI love how you think you're above us all,
I think it's funny how you feel you'll never fall.
And I find it amusing, how when you're put to the test,
You fall behind all the rest.
You can't face your demons,
You can't face your fears.
And when you are confronted,
You flee from it in tears.
You can't even look me in the eye,
But yet you have the audacity to lie.
You mock me when my back is turned,
And yet you act like you were burned.
You truly are a pathetic coward,
A whiny, spineless weakling.
And though you won't dare to say it,
You know it's what we're all thinking.
RainbowHer world was full of colors,
They burned and singed her soul.
But they brought her a sense of joy,
She had never felt before.
Rainbow upon rainbow,
Or blood red.
These colors made her want to die,
While sweet music filled her head.
She began to wish for gray,
For death, the color black.
But there was something about those rainbows,
That kept her coming back.
One day she couldn't take anymore,
So she took all the color in.
Vice, happiness and sin.
Because the rainbows hurt her eyes,
She's lying on the ground,
Laughing until she dies.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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