Crude Addiction
As long as we ride in yesterdays memory
Never will we see the future's symmetry.
Pretending the yolk is simple and light
We travel under assumed delight—
Moving so much, moving so fast
A yolk of slavery, our spell is cast.
And our tired excuse of disability
Will not grant us liberty
From our responsibility
To pay for what we take
With utmost concern for each others' sake.
The way we live and what we leave behind,
Dictate our destiny in this travel through time.
Last night i had the strangest dream
About a most curious machine:
We were sucking her guts for the drug we loved so much,
As we sucked her dry, the sky turned black.
Then all of a sudden was a thunderous clap.
Her body contorted with shaking of limbs,
with furious anger she rose to life again.
We all ran in fear i was sure we'd all die,
When the sky ripped open—a blast from on high.
Angels came forth proceeding a throne,
A brilliant golden radiance was shone . . .
Upon the seat was not a being,
but a glorious two wheeled thing.
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