(777) 1- Tide In

(777) 1- Tide In

A Poem by Adam
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The first of seven in the 7Seals, 7trumpets, &7 Sins collection. Here are the first Six seals.

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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 Adam


Author's Note

Adam
I can't begin to explain some of the lines on here.
For this song, and many of the poems that come with it, these links may help in explaining whatever you may be confused about.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Book_of_Revelation
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_water_deities#Greek_mythology

Also, LED and lead are interchangeable. It is spoken as "Lead" but can be taken either way, as LED lights are one of the many things distracting us from the cancerous lives we live.

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