The present condition floats like this
No precipitation will allow you to pry into bliss
The most arid desert is in the most southern land
If I take your hand, do not demand a plan.
Are you ready and prepared to challenge each hair
On your scalp that was given to you by your own hand?
Think about the massacre you would demand
Self incriminating on the trust
Funding the open torrent of blame
An arctic degree will shiver your knees
Steal your warmth
Blast you with breeze;
Let us proceed.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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