Shining glory glares through the reflecting
lens that sings a tune,
mystic rune, rings, a blong that gongs
that
rupture
that
many find to be torture,
Many figures blindly back away
from stretching fingers,
or the hands that direct them.
A structure stands erect
for the quick sec
that belongs to
men we call god...
Dog, that is mislead my shifting fog,
a smoke that clogs the perceptions
with constrictions
manipulation
Phantoms that rob in plan daylight
and a imaginary friend is killed
in the mall...
blood seeping into stained marble pebbles that litter
the fleeting floor.
As they all head towards the leaving door.
And I say
Honey with love and pasion
Good Day.
Good Bye
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