No Real Souls

Flinging high

With all the salutations

Deep below

All the windows closed

Of the spring houses

With a deep curse

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This good house

Of many flowers

Always meets winter

And our souls

Hold a fear

That we don't know

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There's a march

Many will join

And get lost on the road

Covered with signs

And pointing a way

Not our way

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Many flowers to find

But it is concrete that rises

Always a new rising

Of a malajusted paramount

For the eyes of false kings

That we fail to see

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What are they seeing,

And smiling about?

We thaw

From the fires

that burn nothing

Say nothing

Change nothing

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There's little pace

In this game

And fail to wake

In our strays

We ache

Time to make rounds

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Lost on a road

With no real souls

Some days are someway

Lost on a road

Are there any real

Souls to find?

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Don't hear

Don't see

Don't leave

Don’t lead

Just follow

Deaf and hollow

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Lost on this paramount road

Devised plan

By the few

Us the many

Need to let go

Stop the grind

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This road stops

With hunger

A deep well

With a stranger’s hell

And our hearts

A lonely black place

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Lost for long

With no real souls

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By Bazooka Teaches