Beleaguered blood runs desperately,
awakening a dream of having.
Deception flows from speech
to speechless seeming.
Awakening a dream of having,
these happenings hold us firmly
to speechless seeming.
We lose ourselves in luster.
These happenings hold us firmly
underneath a gentle gaze.
We lose ourselves in luster,
reemerging in diluted form.
Underneath a gentle gaze,
the world grows wide with worry.
Reemerging in diluted form,
old hatreds quietly disseminate.
The world grows wide with worry.
Beleaguered blood runs desperately.
Old hatreds quietly disseminate.
Deception flows from speech.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 