
I thought you saw me but my shadow made your mind play trickS.
Lyrics contaminating isolated areas quick.
Like masonary bricks in cement, these rhymes will stick.
Smooth cutting Norelco razors with no time for “nics”
Abrasions traced your face like gashes, gullies and war wounds.
Feel an emptiness like Egyptians tombs.
Tension rises with hot air balloons.
Daniel Boone never quested like the green platoons.
Drinking Boone’s in Cancun and running with the infantry.
But never see me where the Grenades fall and bodies “be”.
Scattered casualties form a grotesque scene, while sunbeams scheme their way through the clouds of debris.
Choking on the air, I’m on the narrow end of despair.
To the contrary, I’m seeing clear in the atmosphere.
Feeling fear never, I endevour to stay clever as I sever all ties closing two ring of a scissor.



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