Take a trip through my magic ocean
People always feel real fine
Suddenly the captain said
You may have committed a crime
Handed down the secret
Mistakes are made, voices are silent
Perfection is the key
A lesson not taught by violence
Your tears have dried through denial
Let’s move on to the hidden sun
Proclamation, assassination
My work here is always done
Create a pathway to salvation
Never once has my trip been exonerated
Death is a chance to recycle
Mind, body and soul have dehydrated








Powerfully penned, Keith. Can feel the dark undertones in this one my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Appreciate it Damian.