Dying For

Unborn crisis
Scattered unknown
A box with no sides
Free to roam

Slight motion sets a harsh tone
Channeling media from thoughts unknown
Repeated message in a series
Volume of similar seeds
Feeding weeds that tangle meaning
Synapse snaps where no pulse is meeting
Cancel operation - too late it's forgotten
Joining the web of logic
Old and rotten, rotten, rotten, rotten

Rotten!



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Baldwin
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