SWALLOW

SWALLOW
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To come to terms, that limelight sours
The lines confirm the pass of hours
The weeds that grow strangle the flowers
Evil eye with evil powers

Hey there strange, what was so friendly?
The time for change, the past so deadly
It’s time for what, and what may end me
In the box, a bouquet send me

And then that eye, omniscient viewing
That never die and never doing
I know what’s right but trouble’s brewing
Because of all the lies their spewing

To come to terms
To come to wallow
To come to pray
To fill the hollow
To come to beg
To come to follow
All the shit we’ve come to swallow