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I'm only

I'm not an animal, not a creature, I'm nothing to fear,
made out of atoms, I'm at the top of life's tier.
I'm not wise, not smart, I don't understand it all,
top tiered the only direction is to downwardly fall.
I'm not blind, I can't see, I sense what's around,
I am simply something that is defined to be profound.
I digress, I think free, I ponder the thoughts,
I'm existing in one of the top tiered spots.
I swing, I sway, I live to the hearts beating drum,
forwardly, backwardly waiting for the end to come.
I'm not what one or any should live to fear,
I'm made of atoms and I am only top tier.

Together we dance

Making her dance shooting at her feet,
imagining an unheard desperate beat.
Kicking the dirt the white dress she tans,
this world, destroyed by the hand of mans.
Hoping, wanting the dress to slip and fall,
standing for her death they want, they call.
She spins, she turns smiling through the fear,
she knows, she knows I'm ready and I'm near.
Trusting she's thrusting towards the end,
when she bows the message I'm to send.
These things with her I will never miss,
an explosion when she bows then blows her kiss.
I watched for her hand to leave her lips,
now for the rest of the day the blood, it drips.
It's within the smoke we've often embraced,
we've killed everyone together we've faced.

Evasive thoughts

Come to me, come to my layers view,
let me show him and introduce you,
let him take your soul and your life,
delicately sharpened he's my knife.
Come with me, join me for a run,
race me to where I keep my hidden gun.
She likes to give everyone a chance,
watch everyone for their life desperately dance.
She is special to me,
she sets the knife free,
leaves no bloodied trail,
no sounds of wining or the whale.
Not even an ow,
just a click and a pow.

Heated work

They can feel the heat come from above,
tightly wrapped around them like a glove.
Fire and smoke infiltrate the breezes,
gusting with every clouds allergic sneezes.
Ferns, maples, and a mixture of pine,
heading towards the fires line.
Desperately they're digging through,
before it changes directions to.
Flanking the heat it's deceivingly high,
watching all the trees burn, they die.

To all the fires crew,
we praise what you do.

My shot

Concurring the demons within,
stabbing and bludgeoning the sins,
stomping and kicking the frames,
cracking and shattering the games,
my mind plays within for fun.
Loading and pointing the gun.
I'm aiming it at you,
mirrored of my view.
Forcing the thought of thought,
pointed, aimed, I take my shot.

No fooling

Force my mind to think these things,
what I've learnt and experience brings.
Pull no wool, no blinding of my eyes,
I can see right through your lies.
The things you try to tell my thoughts,
layered thick in well-known spots,
oblivious to the things I know,
putting on your charlatan show.
Shake my head I'll walk on bye,
close my wallet and leave yours dry.
No fooling the wise you see.
No fooling the likes of me.