Oceans and motion, lovers
devotions.high'and lows, sometimes
replusive. Where to start five
fingers apart.
Metal's of iron straight from the
heart. Houses in meadows, face
toward the ghetto. Looking at hell
no water in the well. Child of race
five take it's place. Passions of
fire, watch out for the liars.
Banker's and thieves all live with
grief, Peasants look to eat. Hour
by hour we fight for the power.
Ocean's and motion's are they part
of the potions ? Send a live wire,
tell all the lairs, a world with no
notions, just keep going through
the motions.

Author ~Danielle W.

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