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Poetry 3/8 |  |
Everything is eaten cold
Freeze his thoughts in an asp,
like gelatin encompassed the world.
The fate of food stuffs cooled.
A real acrobat knows span this
to escape by joining the future.
Voyager lost in thought in the forefront.
For followers of time
the 9 to 5 reigns supreme.
The clock we swallow anyway.
Seconds without eating our dessert.
This is the salary good for nothing.
It digests the hope of being filled.
Freeze his thoughts in an asp,
like gelatin encompassed the world.
The fate of food stuffs cooled.
A real acrobat knows span this
to escape by joining the future.
Voyager lost in thought in the forefront.
For followers of time
the 9 to 5 reigns supreme.
The clock we swallow anyway.
Seconds without eating our dessert.
This is the salary good for nothing.
It digests the hope of being filled.