Her world: pt. 2 the fight

Hidden in the quarrel you often find the pigeon fighting in

Water from the ocean reverse direction the gore starts to spill from the pores

You say what you mean but regret what what was said 

The cedar fell off the roof and left a bruise on the moose

From there the cow kicked the hen and a egg was sinned 

The egg was raised a mischief and a known disgrace

Am I her or him or someone's lesser hymn

I was teached not taught made me think of more than just a simple pot

The taught left in distraught since there never in there train of thought

On the bridge sits to souls on the verge of quit

My mistake I'll take blame I'm the lesser of fame

When the two drunken men try to understand who's on the mend

I'm usually on the side in discrete getting you guys to speak meek

The inner core is melting since your pondering your faceless thought

I build you up to be your brightest flawless light 

Your left with no indignant notion 

Left in a disgrace her misery bestows her biggest mistake

The seed that grew with too much avarice 

Someone's who takes our remuneration he's suppose to make our numeration 

Ends to quick with the shit we fill our tips

What we destroyed but easily could be built up to the highest of heavens eyes

 the technology we created seems only to despair

If the gorilla worked with the mouse than the lablord wouldn't not be passed over to supper at 11 

Than he would not lose faith when time takes his best grace

The fight I always win I never seem to have won always the victor but left march less in the run