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To drink
Said the young woman
Is drowning my sorrows and fear
With liquor and hope
It mixes will with my previously ingested sins
To drink
Said the vibrant corn
Is to startle my insides and stretch upwards
Still hoping to shrink deeper into the soil
Away from the ample green and yellow spears
To drink
Said the dingy coal
Is to transform myself
To create something powerful
To form a necessity
To promise is to anticipate
Said the youthful woman
It is to be dreadful of forgetfulness
Not of oneself but of others
To promise is to say farewell
Said the melancholy corn
It is to be accepting of the future
Not to be disheartened when the time comes
To promise is to affirm
Said the affable coal
It is to be relied on
Not to harm but to help
Songs are ominous
Said the pained young woman
They come from a place of torment
They lyrics can cause pain
But the music can inflict severe harm
Songs are prejudice
Said the vexed corn
They are written for love or heartbreak
The lyrics do not reflect reality
But the music soothes
Songs are for those who yearn for more
Said the arrogant coal
They are for those who desire scrutiny
The concepts in no way emulate their true identity
But only how they are seen through the world’s eye
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