Chiral Choir

Oh-so cold to hold a whole Earth 
in your hands and treat her like 
just dirt - just because you are 
still mad she hurt my knees back 
in '03 when fallin' out of trees 
while tryin' to see if she truly 
could be climbin' me high as sky 
floatin' in a cosmic sea 4 hours 
then flowin' like wild flowers & 
spittin' fires with venom voices 
like lyres bein' played by liars 
with deep dark desires to aquire 
keys to be sires of spires where 
windin' spirals sing like chiral 
choirs higher than Spyro, a plum 
plane, aero, where-oh scarecrows 
pretend to know, then go to show 
how they keep puttin' on another 
shitty show like oh-so dirty hoe 
plowin' manure in a barren field 
& hopin' to rake in 'fore havin' 
to reap what is sown, Like Woah!