Below the backyard of their house
some in this life invent success
lord it over the floor, over the fence
over our flaws through every door
That grass was uncut
sheep were eating it down
Farmer only there to catch people trespassing
a farm of broken tractors misguided prideful intention
Can we sense the smell of the cauldron of perfection?
The sheep of obedience forced into the zero sum
Jarring the gates with the last of their humanity
You are composed of two iron lengths
Railway tracks to move upon
the persona and the shadow
Breach your own fence
Far from boundaries
tickling someone else's comfort zone
the psychopath awakens from somewhere
Lifting the crypt from that last life
Rising to impress it's creator
sing for it's supper blade cliche play
Elder eyes ignore and fading hair greys
Never wanting to see your success
The spotlight was broken
Pleasure's straw allows sweeter liquid
when plugged into the prideful narcissist
From womb the sucessor progeny victorious
from garage impeccable classic every box on the list
Humility has a poor Locum
wreaking of everything you lack
when you get it together let him know
so he can chalk it up to his influence infact
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