The Stars In Our Middle by Zac Dunn

We dreamed of Arabian nights

And white lights so bright

They stole the shine within us

The never ending story was simply

An allegory

untold but

Dead ass true

Retold by rebel monks

with no tongues

Speaking in

Satanic verses Salman Rushdi

Penned in bone and blood

Eyes wide shut

Born in flood

The holy mountain

They bow down to looks

Triumphant in the morning

Oh the smell of napalm in all its Glory

be blessed upon most high

The work lives on

Even though

The workers all

Die

Zac Dunn is a psycho-social mechanic, father, musician and dreamer. Check out his music and follow him on Twitter and Instagram.

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