Fire-walk © Donna Rae Lands
Dec 8th, 2022
Fire-walk grows into the flames of the wire-talk.
One-eye robs the taco shell.
No worries, on their face, they already fell.
They talk online all day long.
They have moves, grooves and throbbing songs.
Fire-walk grows into the flames of the wire-talk.
Way down in the abyss of the ocean below.
Drowning in tears of fears, as their story goes.
Their voices are as sensual as they can ever be.
They sweet charm the panties off thee.
No worries, on their feet, they already fell.
Their souls for sale are their stories of hell.
One-eye robs from the blue-red shells.
Fire-walk grows into the flames of the wire-talk.
Done and gone are the fire sales.
They run their mouths ever so fast.
Dreams are stolen that never last.
Let us shout, what the hell are you talking about?
Fire-walk grows into the flames of the wire-talk.
He is on-eye in the land of the blind.
They are worshipped as their destiny sign.
No worries, on their thrones, they already fell.
It’s all their web of lies.
Truth denies where the mystic lies in midnight skies.
Fire-walk grows into the flames of the wire-talk.
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