Saturday, September 28, 2013

2.878 : 9/28/07 : A Scythe

I dream a scythe to sweep through all
the meta, artifacts and thrall
It’s been too long it’s all the same
It’s still this still this still this game
If I could mix it up like a cocktail
and serve it glowing over ice
Would you consider this a derail
Would you think that it was nice?
It’s effortless enough so why do I complain
21st century born of an airplane
too much conflict shouting in my ear
I’ve had enough just get me out of here
If I made a bad gaffe would you forgive
remember where my heart was firmly staked
I got nothing left now and yet on I live
regardless how the premise is half-baked

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