Before hidden, unabridged underneath the depths where distance is not regulated.
Where the dark creeps but is hard to find, at the edge of our perception.
Angled in a way where surface is illusion, a brisk look will leave your foot unbalanced.
Off to hide in the peak of the shadow, to lurk and slide, of dignity and pride, dignity and pride.
Swallowed in, washed down with guilt of sin.
We are all guilty, but the rain does not fall on us all; for it has a biased pattern, only to wet the weak and to wash the pure.
We wash your cars, you tip us out of the goodness of your heart.
The hazy line will be reinforced, a destiny of doom, the lineage of peasantry.
Class is meant to distinguish, categories swell with unevenness.
Nerves on edge, toppled like weak foundation, stressed, and top-heavy.
Sorrow is like silk that drapes over the face, smooth to the touch but suffocating from afar.
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Tangster, this is some heat right here!
lass is meant to distinguish, categories swell with unevenness.
Nerves on edge, toppled like weak foundation, stressed, and top-heavy.
Sorrow is like silk that drapes over the face, smooth to the touch but suffocating from afar.
Hooty hoooo
"Washed down" is making me feel the a sense of perception disfig. like taking a swig, alluding to the unregulated distance, the unbalance. The washing is like rain but is it biased, do the poor drink less than the rich. And the dizziness adds to the unevenness of social classes.
What I take away is that without drinking, or intoxication of perception, the real distance between classes appear. It's not so uneven, and not so monetary.
...please where can I buy a unicorn?
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