Brothers

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Dear brother
Has the ocean motions
We make Desicions with emotion
Trying to grow and row to keep rotation
And go has far has an explosion can open
To reach the sky and get spoken of
 
Us Broken doves with golden guts
Swollen gums still reaching with a voltaged pulse
Cranked, sold under the rank of the elder's cults
 
This director cuts the shelter's trust
Cutting tendor cuts in a leather skirts
Making himself heard and will press on the heard with stress you've never heard of
sets a move, hurtle,
Bet my moves unheard of
Like as a chess piece to be thrown one burst of worst curse on a stretcher seat
Nerves merged altogether ceased like metal sheets world turned girl turned for a reach
Get surely burned, torches flurish with terms bleech sorcerie on you birds
 
We a feather blown in the wind and it hurts
Whether the weather folds our wins in dirt
6 feet under a curve so no one thinks of the wet works
 
Left for terms, ill be accepting the merg
As god and angles fell once for sure
Theyll be back n end this curse....
 
What we believe in may be the reason we breathin...
Otherwise why do even keep dreaming n keep bleeding but keep reaching like contenders....
We sleeping, simulation emergency buttom
Bout to be beeping
Surrender
 
And everything will change try me please
Ill get rightly flamed and youll cry n kneel.
Get faith arrange situation changed when face bacame fazed
Shame you wont be saved
Drill#781

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