Rock and Key
It’s taking temperatures of magma for us to be matted
we’ve been trying so hard, half a decade wasted
my desires and affections present as the lock
you cannot open, hitting it with a rock
your plans and foresight, our golden key
trying to actualize some, has made us pay much fee
in a typical summer day, we still need the search light
the weather in Africa is inflammable enough to cause a fight
displacement of a mountain proves easier than our unity
we hold God’s feet, yet no answer from divinity
a union, refusing to be cooked is expendable
force and denials are simply not enough, we’re incompatible
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