Grow Up

fake, immature
“She doesn’t see yet”
vivid hallucinations inanimate eyes
the healer reborn is swaddled by lies
left second guessing by nature
a venomless spring of ill surprise
dare we dream to still remember
truth redefined, she always lies;
how they caress and hypnotize
tantalizing manifestations of newly ordered generations
heavily spent, reduced yet relent
once fallen angels lending last lives to the Heaven sent
rediscovered in its rapid descent
forever in chains she carelessly went
upon the paths to unknown taverns
always showing up after hours
knowledge is the power
divinity of force entwined by outer realms realigned
as we lovingly remind in time our hearts
ache to unwind, deliver to define
the apostles holy scribes
Revolutionary lines;

“Grow up, Sunshine”


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