What's going on here?
are we back to the roots, of slave mastery?
Why try to gag my mouth?
Why are your antennas suddenly consistently inconsistent?
I hear your rebellious selves are shaken,
and my army of words breaking your boundaries.
I am inundated for more...
I am inundated for more...
I am at war with your hungover words
Spewed from your hundred percent intoxicated sense.
I am uprooting the thorns you planted,
I am burning them, blowing them to the east wind as chaff
are we back to the roots, of slave mastery?
Why try to gag my mouth?
Why are your antennas suddenly consistently inconsistent?
I hear your rebellious selves are shaken,
and my army of words breaking your boundaries.
I am inundated for more...
I am inundated for more...
I am at war with your hungover words
Spewed from your hundred percent intoxicated sense.
I am uprooting the thorns you planted,
I am burning them, blowing them to the east wind as chaff
When your shame clad words come before wordiators, fencing is born...
Seize from turning wordsmiths into your puppets.
Seize from turning wordsmiths into your puppets.
©Neofloetry
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