Walls will wander wicked when they wake you
Order, oppression, omission of the opiate of our obliterated youth
Rain will rend us righteous cleansed in razor recession
Death and destruction shall deny, defy the distance from discretion
Prayer polite presses us into pig sty penitentiaries
Leaving lacerations on our laced lips, licentious lucidity leads us to luminescence
As all we are fails to assuage our aches, as acerbic assimilation actuates our veins
Yet you will yearn for yesterday, yes you will yearn for the yoke and reins
When the water reaches the waves, and washes your thoughts awake
Every elevation equals an excavation, as the earth you've come to eat is endless
And after all, an answer is apathy when acquiesence assails like arsenic
Returning reminisces to reality, reacquiring a taste for resigned reticence
Everyone equals elegance, in our elegaic prose, everyone equals every sense.
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