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Liquid clouds float in the sky

                          flying

                above my eyes

over my head

Tears fall from the heavens

                      in the form

                          of raindrops

The 20^th Century Fox is soon

                             covered

                                 by clouds

It’s over

It’s just begun

                Perhaps

          we’ll never see the sun again

The truth lays somewhere off

                     in the great beyond

          beyond the rolling clouds

We become enslaved by

                         our atmosphere

                  bounded;

              chained

               pinned down

                   to our Mother Earth

No escape granted as we try

                       to save false idols

                                from oblivion

Temples crumbling

                     minds decay

The seeds we sow

                bear destruction

                               and death

We are lost

We are found

The Rainbow Man tries

                           to glide

                     thru the clouds

              wings clipped

          by false judgment

                 or paranoid jealousy

My aura rises to leave

                             my body

                that becomes

                     torn by

their insidious assault

                  brought down

                           pulled down

                 beat up, shut in

and now I attempt

                to open my eyes again

             to see the world

                   thru shattered retina

My eyes have been ripped

              Seared with boric acid

and they turn around

          and say “Friend”

Fuck you!

Do you honestly expect me

               to suck my oppressor’s cock?

My feet are weary

             as the grand depression

                            sets in

My why becomes a how

                   My life is placed

                       in ruins

       permanent isolation

The so-called guardians

         begin the lobotomy

                   of my mind

The clouds roll across

             my brainwashed mind

                  as I give approval

to mass murder and genocide

Is it too late?

        That’s a question

     which I am requested

                    to answer

The rains begin to fall

                and soon

        my mind is flooded

with propaganda

           but I really wonder

if it’s just a dream

            or am I

             really here

   living in their world

                 instead of my own           

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