When we came around it was all misguided,
and half of the time we were a bit blindsided,
in the fold,
in thinking the lie we had no inhibitions
and sinking in time a war of slow attrition
in the cold
Now in the new style,
not what we would call fine,
in the vein a wretched existence,
out of the blue sky,
he´s about to show signs,
without pain of brittle resistance,
Dumb down the place holders,
talk with the godfather,
numb to the stern scolding,
hawk moths on hot water
Gone to more spacious lengths abated,
could´ve had a baby but she´s way too lazy,
honor guard placements half the wager,
under phonic starts could be the chemic arts,
born to couples keen on epigrams,
do nothing undertakings pathologic faking,
on to the greener pastured engines,
ever freshened lenses looking past a sentence,
untoward,
leaves ablazes,
homes agape and it´s not a mistake,
dooms averted,
especially thwarted,
crafts encouraged remodelling courage,
hives invested,
testily bested,
dust ingested best to not test it,
booms amended,
pending dependence,
soups immense
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