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• Artiste: Wally Boy Wonder
• Titre: The Virus Is Spreading
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Wally Boy Wonder The virus is spreading Visual poetic forms of writing You would think that me A mind trapped inside poetry A mind enjoyed by angel's company Would be lost for words Passionate style A virus through these nerves I dissolve mind angles Mine a infinite curve Polish my crown Dissolve my frown Mark defines sign Does that make me a noun? I just love angel's company And writing poetry So powerful to read Voice of original style Allows the deaf abilities to speak Chorus: Eyes sucked inside Only one way to defeat No retreat (Repeat) The blind to see this next book A jewel A puzzle inside my mind Take a peek Figure me out? Much doubt Through the shadows I creep My halo a event horizon So deep Close my jewel and sleep Nightmares crushed close your dreams In this never ending meta forest of trees Lost? Follow my writings Follow my speech I'm so original This 21st century poet Follow my teach Oh wow You sure giggle while your high As you enjoy the company Of the 7th sign Chorus: Eyes sucked inside Only one way to defeat No retreat (Repeat) Eyes sucked inside (Repeat) My mind Scattered time on this mind Searching for that spot for hiding For which I'm not finding My mind and heart entwine These words begin sliding Line for line A prism shall be erupted Colors inhabited from Junior Decline In the meantime This line becomes rewind 9 hours into the past Unbelievable hugs form a massage Tugs by sheets A ghostly entourage An angel and I? Our eyes connect at peak The power between the two became weak Shall we cuddle and sleep? Just a thought, lost in our dreams To my left I detect a mirror's reflect Son of me? Infinite rows of flowers And a goddess in between An angel in me? Saints washed my hands And they still never became clean (Thanks to Alison for these lyrics)