Prospect


Simple concept, life lost like a prospect
Fean's fall behind there own conscience
as tears evaporate before floors creek
Sore feet upon wet floors,
Boards weep tears of pour feans
Underneath lay the pleas of an underachiever
The scent of her mother, the people, ones who suffer, the evil
The truth. The simple concept the roots.

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