Caressing one's ego and assaulting their modesty is a volatile mixture that results in dishonesty
more often than not
or at least so i'm told
the elixir won't be bought cuz it can never be sold
it's kept in a pitcher that's a thousand years old
a recipe forged in a time long forgotten
concealed behind doors that appear to be rotten and ravaged by wars in a land misbegotten
we walked on all fours across vast fields of cotton
we stood at the shore and awaited the shaman
some are still there
some are likely dead
but none of us care cuz we haven't been fed.
more often than not
or at least so i'm told
the elixir won't be bought cuz it can never be sold
it's kept in a pitcher that's a thousand years old
a recipe forged in a time long forgotten
concealed behind doors that appear to be rotten and ravaged by wars in a land misbegotten
we walked on all fours across vast fields of cotton
we stood at the shore and awaited the shaman
some are still there
some are likely dead
but none of us care cuz we haven't been fed.
~Longshaft
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