Saturday, March 4, 2023

Temple

 Temple © Donna Rae Lands January 14, 2020 

All for cash and all for the trash...

Narratives to grab and all for the stab...

Don't lose track of deception crack...

Running here, there and full of fear...

 

All for their cash to toss in the trash...

Plastic stories readied for their crash...

News in the blues rallies for the dough.

Rise and grow for their minions show...

 

Narratives to grab and all for the stab...

Piece of us to become their dust...

All are slaves destined by the knaves...

Raise our fees and protect the breeze...

 

Don't lose track of deception crack...

Souls to keep for the dark and deep…

Voices shut down in their Babel town...

Pray for peace, whilst blue warriors sleep...

 

Running here, there and full of fear...

Sifflets of songs for all their wrongs…

Château of guarded gates full of traits...

All for cash to toss in the trash...

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