Slide back

Slide back

You on
a back
slide

From what
they call
the heavens

The spring
& freedom
of life

Into its
full blossom

There is
pride

And the
cakes around

A day
comes

This all
looks a
tradegy

You spin
around

Back to
the base

The barbarians
follow you

To your
journey back

Ample poverty
around

There is
sorrow everywhere

Tears flowin
in to
rivers

It all
looks like
a graveyard

Now neither
the heavens

Nor your
home

Must be
your restin
ground

Caution: This might be all theory

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