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Leaving The Face

Fall off...
...The Face...
...Of the World
Placed...Somewhere, in space
Above the norm
Just looking around...Looking at how
It's all been done!
We want....We get, what we've been looking 4
We have God!
The Father, Son...Holy Ghost & Love
But forreal Lord...We got, just enough to want more
Adopt, to feel y'all and try to touch, with more than hands
When what expands then, implodes 
Explodes all over
When we all
Fall off...
...The Face...
...Of the World
Bored, and, irresponsible
Hordes, of us falling
In Love
With, ink droplets of blood
Pouring tears into buckets of fear
Then spill...Quill, real words
To heal & to hurt
I know deep down, enough, that I wrote about 'em both 
My pen weeps onto pages
Like these papers were my cheeks
Ink stained arrangements, kept between me 
And he, that streaks naked down streets
Fully erected with hard words 
I drip 
&
Fall off...
...The Face...
...Of the World
I don't ignore...I just don't pay attention no more
As for what I see?
Is always gon' be, what I saw 
After-all...Gravity calls for my drop
To rise up-side down and fall up
Turn around & follow-up, with...
Whatever else, I got left 
I let...
Fall off...
...The Face...
...Of the World
Leaving Earth, approaching two score
Technically, one score, nineteen years, four months 
And one day, plus one more 24 hours
Every minute & each moment that surrounds me
As the seconds go-by
Quick hello's & goodbye's 
Litter my landscape with faint echoes & faded sighs
Of, past times, when pastimes included fellowship with self
Being enriched, by the wealth that resides within you
And all the priceless shit that you been through
Adds up...
To be, just a lil bit too much, for ya
That's when, I seemingly tend to
Fall off...
...The Face...
...Of the World
Escape, with the chain, still wrapped around my throat
I still speak!
Me don't need...No vocal-chords 
To get across, barren landscapes of lost
Soft conclusions & false delusions
Spice-of-life, type, illusions
Yet to marinate
No longer willing to wait
I irrigate my soil, this turf that I claim
I loosen the dirt, hoping that helps me grow
But what gets exposed, is how deep my roots go
When I just want to let go, and
Fall off...
...The Face...
...Of the World
~disDain~
Written by disDain
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