Lie Still
View the smoke rising from the incense
See it morph into doves flying away from the world
White, pure, innocence
Listen to the soothing mature sound of a
Young, angry woman
The world bites
I want to fly away with the doves
To a land where the aliens look down
And laugh at us
Shaking their heads
While waving their tentacles
To the legendary sounds
Of Jim Morrison
Saying; "Yes, this truly is
The End."
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