what is true
Want more walk thro the door, outside the inside between the infernal coreBreak the cracking cover
The ever growing earth is flowing
Fierce the wind though in the trees
Brillaint bright over casting seas a breeze
tribulate overstimulate obsorb and emulate
Brain open big battling drill holes of the rig
Mass abundence of endividual cadince
F**kn sing to the rymth of the massive drum beat
Fell the dessert and it overpowering heat
As u feel what is real and true
Well u continue to do what u do beyond that who has a heart that overgrew for things that don't make u blue
Poetry by cory Crook
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Written on 2009-10-27 at 03:55
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