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You are @ Home › Adults › Poetry Poetry Source: Adults Author: Mark Anthony Jackson Title: Extract The Fuse Here I go on a natural blast to hit the past Conducted the sound-waves with a general bass The irrefutable luster of lovable star clusters Is the means to an end of a plan, so once again You'll be eradicated once these lyrics are outdated And spent irrigated as the liquid is faded Into the limelight, free thought brought to a new light So I'll continue despite the lack of disciplined sight And it's the reason; perhaps even turned into treason Without some proof of the purchase, we're lost in meaningless searches I've been downwind catching the consequences of sin And now I feel it within as my heart speeds to the end Well there's a fine line, here with the cure to an enzyme Leaving you're body behind, you start to unwind It's like a prison, locked up with time in the vision Loosing yourself in creation of euphemisms   You need to slow it down Here I go on a natural booster to tell the future You've resisted the prophesy hidden within my telepathy Now I say again, open your hands to the master-plan Combination of anything with God is signaling heaven Oh, what a wasteland, dreams falling short of the circle You need to reach out and touch the sun without a rehearsal I see the world beneath a complex or orbiting light Above the Man-Maker separating wrong from the right I won't be finished, not until your lack of faith is diminished A convalescent home is probably best for all the distinguished Don't complain, the souls are filled with fluid disdain Hold on while I take you to the next lyrical plain It's getting denser, overload of my rhyme dispenser Gridlock caused by failure of vehicular sensors What we knew is what we lost and what we know is what we thought So we must shake the shackles off before our minds completely rot   You mean much to me; extract the fuse You mean much to me; extract the fuse   Here comes the chorus move the beat to the source of the plight There's more to the EM spectrum than just visible light Maybe faith in God alone is money for the ticket home But then again we never win unless we live our lives for Him   You need to slow it down   Most likely how the story goes, mastered with an elegant glow With just a bit of confidence I blaze through the show In youthful days I was in haze but now I'm rightfully set Reset on the path of righteousness without a regret It's OK, your pain will cease one day, just take in my sound Believe it when I say you'll turn your life around It's a world of frustration and hypertension all around you Time will tease you, pleased to meet you, fuck off you stupid metaphor You're clouding my mind, I'm falling behind, This viral self-destructor kills me time after time We need to have a mutiny cause they're avoiding scrutiny It's all about the power, clear as day I know that you can see The doors to this dimension close, and so your minds ascension slows I see you have the vertigo relax as you regain control You mean much to me; extract the fuse You mean much to me; extract the fuse   You need to slow it down All the minds are loosing control All the minds are loosing control You've got to slow it down Published on writebuzz®: Adults > Poetry

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