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Don't cook me yet, I am still alive!
With aggressive thought yesterday
I slipped into my stilettos
and {{stomped}} this world to wake!
~Shaking~ up it's people
that sometimes sleep
underneath it all~
I have consumed enough
it had reached it's peak...
Genetic rituals of self righteous
cowards behind technology glass-
Braced in a state of grace
"THE SINNER" {{{I laugh hysterically}}}
The foundation of humanity
ready and willing to collapse?
Appetites for power and glory
fixed without compassion
While encased Saints weep
Just today my eyes glance
a woman that gives unselfishly
her shine was like that of glitter
A giant step forward
for womankind!
Then there was:
Those that self appoint
those that self adhere
golden halos upon themselves
A wishful plumb slowly moves
thru an unstable atmosphere
Inside this immense bowl
I have walked thru wretched soup
the lumps and bumps ill me
But I am part of it all!
flesh and bone
realizing our disease
I pardon cackling fowl this year
and will call them HOPE
Giving myself
lining up with balance
A mortal wanting to be immortalized
somewhere, somehow?
The hour will approach
In love with the flight idea
crossing over without wings
When I slumber
I fly~~
Upon my back
I am set free...
Written by,
Abby lynn
©
2011
Don't cook me yet, I am still alive!
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