Multifoliate

Contemplation
Alleviating obligation
The guilt
The frustration
Underlying organic possessions of all denying dead, dry nations
Won't decide for one's self, but for millions; taught to divide or to die for some reason

Lame
Another gutless shift in vain
Not even waiting for the rain
Why are we all so fucking tame
We all have nowhere to go

Lame
We're all gutless shits in vain
Not even waiting for the rain
Why are we all so fucking tame
We all have nowhere to go

Conditioned guilt leaves blood unspilt
So Multifoliate that one believes they must be minimized
Leave it all to things like metaphysical striation
Intent on complexification be only one of many ways to realize, realization
But nothing may be more complex than this experience
If that were so, many of us might feel a bit cheated or insignificant



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Ayres
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