(777) 1- Tide InA Poem by AdamThe first of seven in the 7Seals, 7trumpets, &7 Sins collection. Here are the first Six seals.Pull me back to this place of sand With endless invisible strands Let me float in, crash onto land To take poisonous leftovers from mankind's hands Sterile life, a maelstrom down the assembly line Drain me now, fishing with chemical twine So cancerous with cigarettes, plastics, LED, and grime Two currents you'll combine Hello plastic beach I hate that you're in reach I take you in, i spit you out, you parasitic leech Hello plastic beach I want to make the sirens screech To warn your plastic faces of the storms we unleash Tell me that its time to cleanse To wipe away your means to ends Put up your levees and walls earthen We drown and gouge, put down, knock out, leave you always less than Lay you down to rest for you to wait for the rest of them It rumbled and shaked, now watch the waves we sent An eclipsing newmoon in advent Every hill and lonely ocean land split and bent From icy glaciers to the fertile crescent Hello plastic beach I hate that you're in reach I take you in, i spit you out, you parasitic leech Hello plastic beach I want to make the sirens screech To warn your plastic faces of the storms we unleash Sea horses coarse and lost in the whirlpool trumpet sounds I see no difference between a white house And a white horse He was given a sword of choice and a rebel voice As the lies he read ran their course He rode a way atop his red horse Famine, broken scales Their faces pale Excess stale, the men are frail, Black from the face to the tail After a fiery rage, the ashes did form A horsemen but a corpse A scythe at hand, give him remorse To the raging seas or the ones on fire, take your choice The hippocampi are tearing straight through your hippocampus in a watery hell of chemical brain damages Hello plastic beach I hate that you're in reach I take you in, i spit you out, you parasitic leech Hello plastic beach I want to make the sirens screech To warn your plastic faces of the storms we unleash Fall back into your trenches and vices and pay these soulful prices
Try to get high and realize your power is a lie, Beg for your death like it's sweet Loathe your life and yell through your teeth 12,000 by 12,chosen to lay a laurel wreath For billions of plastics it will do for grief Woodworms wiggling through my reef Let way for glorious trumpets © 2014 AdamAuthor's Note
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