TOXIN SOULS

It tells about how the good and bad influances are spred around the world.

                                  

   They’re blowing out

  What you’re breathing in

 

                                        In an instant breath

  You become their sin

 

  And you don’t know

                                      Where they been

 

  The air around here

  Getting horribly thin

 

                                      Making impossible

                                      For gods to win

 

                                     Because they’re blowing out

                                     What you’re breathing in

 

                                     You’re not there all alone

                                     You’ll take some baggage home

 

                                     In an instant breath

                                     They become their sin

 

                                     Because they don’t know

                                     Where you been

 

                                     Air around here

                                     Getting horribly thin

 

                                     Making impossible

                                     For gods to win

                                    Because you’re blowing out

                                    What their breathing in

 

                                    Upon the excursion a

                                    Brand new day

 

                                    Confronting souls

                                    Along the way

 

                                    In an instant breath

                                    Souls become their sin

 

                                   The air here

                                   Getting horribly thin

 

                                  Making impossible for

                                  Gods to win

 

                                 And they don’t know

                                 Where you been

 

                                  Because you’re blowing out

                                 What they’re breathing in

 

                                 Toxin isn’t just air we find

                                 Yet upon the exchange

 

                                 Of encountering minds

 

                                  In an instant thought

                                 We become their sin

 

                                And we don’t know

                                Where they been

 

                                  Air around here

                                  Getting horribly thin

 

                                  Making impossible for

                                  Gods to win

 

                                   Because their thinking out

                                   What we’re contemplating in

 

                                   Whatever we

                                    Take into our senses

 

                                    Be it poison apples

                                   Of the garden or

                                   All of Solomon’s gold

 

                                   We take directly

                                    Into our souls

                                                           THE LIGHTMAN 
                           George Garrett Anastasia.   

 

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