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gravel arenas await the fall of the hyenas, the beasts.
marked with a yellow paint and scorn from the blades of the many travelers.
abusing this for their own destiny.
some float. some fly with what seems to be a suicidal bombardment to the pavement.
some are pulled. some seem to sink to the bottom of the deepest oceans,
as if they have no will or cognitive connection to our life.
all unique to each other and different to us.
red. yellow. brown.
torn. together. we all see what we wish.
they can't all make it.
some will rot where they lay a minute after a lifetime of hours.
a powerful notion left to you with no obligation or cause.
with all of this not meaning shit...
they all gather their belongings and dance in the street.
unison, they scream. they carry each other's backs to the music of the wind.
recall nothing they tale.
but that day i will remember this and i will remember them.
the music that brought life, brought time, and brought death.
is nothing more than my own. my thoughts. and my breathe
marked with a yellow paint and scorn from the blades of the many travelers.
abusing this for their own destiny.
some float. some fly with what seems to be a suicidal bombardment to the pavement.
some are pulled. some seem to sink to the bottom of the deepest oceans,
as if they have no will or cognitive connection to our life.
all unique to each other and different to us.
red. yellow. brown.
torn. together. we all see what we wish.
they can't all make it.
some will rot where they lay a minute after a lifetime of hours.
a powerful notion left to you with no obligation or cause.
with all of this not meaning shit...
they all gather their belongings and dance in the street.
unison, they scream. they carry each other's backs to the music of the wind.
recall nothing they tale.
but that day i will remember this and i will remember them.
the music that brought life, brought time, and brought death.
is nothing more than my own. my thoughts. and my breathe