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Lying naked to the world
Removed all the glitterings and gold, thrown into the land of Caan and left amongst the mind tall from dreaming of pharohs
Great magical plays, music bouncing off acoustic perfect ceilings
Dressed for impressions
Art dripping of walls
Landscaped gardens and high tea of sweet herbs
Do we invite to hold one and another?
To walk each other home?
We throw down, mow down and show down on the ones who are a little lost, a little forgotten, hurt or dismayed by mightiniess of hidden evil
As people should a show not be for those elusive, exclusive but an offer of bread at the table?
Available and waiting even when the heart is not willing?
Or flesh is weak
Divisions between poor who pour more tea; live with more sympathy
To guided eye of the rich who ask for a mention or a playlist to appear
Charitable perhaps?
Or perhaps it is a latch in their thatched mind that prevents them from self reflection
The only one true grind
One diamond, one thrust
I reject your lust
