Sunday, March 17, 2013

Trust and Make-Believe

Fire of a purist 
Gift of an allurist
Establishment of a florist
Creating the finest choices
Inevitably defining the death of roses
Defying the business and courses
Racing faster, there's more than horses
The elegance from brazen to golden
Broken, folded, now molten
Death of an art but we must create new sources
They must hear our voices 
We're becoming more extinct than trees within a forest
Can you feel the cries from the unborn eyes
Can you feel the rain in this blank canvas called sky
Do you know your purpose 
Do you know what worth is
What drives the oppressors to gain the need of supporters
What drives the successes of those who've been unsuccessfully  demoted
The humble advance in the finest order 
The advanced lead the march of death for the extorted 
Wise men say you are what you eat
So how do pigs dine when they're out to sea
How do you trust if its make-believe
Maybe gold isn't always what it seems.

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