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Skull Mosaic

any pretty bird these days can imitate a pretty song


everybody on the other side knows just exactly how


it is that they are to play along without objection and


most don't even have to sing standing on the stage


darling, let me clip your little pretty wings while you


wrap yourself in linen as a pretty little gift and give


yourself to the entertainment business to be sold


marketed like a fish market sells the smell of fish


to more successful and richer birds with plumage


from foreign investigers all you need is a dream


and to sell it all it takes is the vast mass of existence


to be tied down with the everyday, come here little


bird, little pretty bird, all you need to do to escape


wait a few years, settle some god-forsaken instinct


to be outstanding from the crowd, and the internet


will do the rest, rest, rest your sqwauking beak, worry


about your future? no, dont worry, learn a pretty sing


sing along, and the rest is just history buried in a crypt


with cryptic symbols that smarter men and women once


read as a vital part of understanding value to be what


you make of it, instead, let richer men and women, from


richer lands, tell you how they will fix the subjects and


pronounce the predication that the dream is well alive


you can be well-off the script but medication will solve


most of the problems of depression and anxiety while


children whom lead children to child's play sell visions


like smoke screens on screens in screens of dripping


colors bleeding colors bleeding rainbow coloured fruit


and beneath the last remaining tree asleep with nothing


to do burying deeper into the nothingness just to get


away from the truth, it is so far out of hand that the best


of them wouldn't do a goddamn thing, and there is


no turning the ship around, better get to pulling teeth

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