Blizzard in Alcatraz ft. Otis
Blizzard in Alcatraz
ft. Otis
Flakes now useless, unknown to earth
Trapped beyond extinction…….
As life expects on spiritual rebirth
Frozen, suppressed to those in waiting
Clouds travel, sunlight begins fading
Rays of light less illuminate to ones eye
Heavenly light commences to die
Unable to make an unexpected appearance
We accumulate for amazement…
Start to doubt the weather, losing patients
Listening out for the sounds of angels breath
And the clattering sounds of a child’s teeth
Where is that flakey white dust that sparkles
In the day
So cold and soft when it lies when we lay
Icicles glisten future
cold hearted murders.
Frost bitten morale nips
at melting down conciences.
Sterotyped flakes lounge under
celestial rays to murder their
meaning, solidarity and existence.
Thermal straight jackets
lock in psychopathical pneumonia patients.
Escape is plotted in
breathe so cloudy.
Hatrid boils
frozen-over blood streams,
sensation runs rampid
to outermost cell-block appendiges
where thoughts stay locked behind bars
of fingers whom ceased and surrendered
their utencil weapons.
Icy stares
erode and crumble
amidst rising temperatures;
staring contests.
Otis
Po' It.
