Roll the dice lets decide who
gets this slice of the dream,

Hands that were sanitized by the soul in disguise that shines, on the side ties the same hands when it eats,

Sympathize when it bleeds, synchronized with the fiends,

Served the ripe
from the soil that was shattered to the degrees,
under the,

Red tinted sun, tinted from the strains of the sons, strained from being stuck in the web of deception, with wars staining their pedigrees.

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You've seen it all,

First blood, the first breath and the first bled,
Tired knuckles,
broken shackles on the sea's bed,
Trembling toes and dried throats from the tears shed,
Cracked vests, the cracked bones, the scavs fed.

Housed in,
The first seed, first life, roots of humanity,
The good deeds and dreams in the residuals of calamities,
Rocky shores, to ground zero's, the holistic dichotomies,
Valleys, values and valuables, the age-old dynasties.

To the soil!

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Million yards for the angels with similar complexion as the ocean,
Dusk drowns it into the dark so the dawn can paint it golden,
With an Army of dust packs scooting along the giants shoulder,
Umbrella to the billions while the back's against the burner.

It's the sky.

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Two swings to the belly, one swing to the head,
These swings in cursive, worlds cursed from the dead,
Hooves scoot through the creek, stones streaked in the red,
Foggy strike at the east to smoggy shields at the west.

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The ones that were taught to be an artist with a scalpel, are now with the thoughts of their attire as the canvas in the hands of malicious people.

Like the chest with the broken locks,
Neither gold nor ruby in it, but only a map,
that might guide you to that,
while still being so lost, you burnt it down to the ash.

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Timid we are, at times
Them are Vivid,
Times, kindles the kid in us, might be few,
Them few are hues of hope and pursuit, hold them to you,
Anytime, these times stop to tick, just an event of a billion ticks, for all's it's timed, too close to a flick.

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Tongue is swollen, from the seasoned lies,
Mind is woven, with fabric of fabricated desires,
Heart strings broken, tune in to tones of cries, from all the soliloquy's

Merely a seed in this forest of weed,
Entangled in a web of deceit, these times are diseased,
You reap what you sow to what you sowed can't be reaped.

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Cloaked in double helix,
Symphonies of proteins, vitamins with some garnish,
Electrical sub-atomic,
Harmonies of hormones, chemically it's harmonic.

Sine wave at the basic,
Time frame as the basis,
Mind game with the phases, and
Band aids with the braces.

It's life.

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Paradox to some, Paradise to another,
Hope is its core, Growth is its power,
Antidote to a soul if sour is it's colour,
Its heart is a road to rove on forever.

It's love-

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Was I wrong? mind asks the tricky vitals,
Loose cannon! the vitals pull out a mirror,
flips and points out the trouble,
Trick or treat! No kid-ding! Would you mind asking yourself?
Because it's vital, a break, not to break within thyself.

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