To The Audience

To The Audience
The ether my soul blows an eternal glow that disect abstract
 twisting up breaking backs warring is no fun
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At this mirage rose petals fall before my mine enemy hymn styles
My point I stake and mark like human what I understand
But when I enter the walls that are the field of battle
The theater the staging ground for the conflict
A dying ember of life tossed
A forgotten vision of before human flesh awoke and only spirits sored
While the eyes with pide held their gaze
Pondering over flesh
Should it be soft
Or easy to sperate
or strong enough to withstand the weather in eden's exile

The ether my soul blows an eternal glow that disect abstact
Twisting up breaking backs
Waring is no fun

To The Audience

His spectacle before you gaze hard may seem fun but in all wars won
And sad songs written in books placed away
In truth you can find this dialic
Sitting on broken symmetics losing those with maps and faulty directions
Need to be updated facts on creation
They make the lightest star jump for joy
Mixed up clouds thunder roaring for the sun not to come out tomorrow
The water spout today will not eat the ribbon from the voice that spoke
And heavens blue cascaded like glass where water don't leave spot nor streak 
No after taste swallowing burning your pallet
It sets your voice reach to one out millions for sound check

The ether my soul blows an eternal glow that disect abstract
Twisting up breaking backs
Waring is no fun

To The Audience
Patrick Paul
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