The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Pottery scald







You used to see truth,
You used to feel sooth.
You used to have eyes,
And never told any lies.

You grew mighty tall,
So you could further fall,
You have a plan?
To become a man?

Older and older,
Colder and colder
Rich and ungrateful,
Angry and hateful,

Believe in everything.
Believe in nothing.

Find your brain,
Pour it all down the drain.
Find your heart,
Where it was at the start.

A lost hypocrite,
Is all you are.
It's all you are.
It's all you are.



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