Thrown Away - Tell-A-Vision

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I'll probably add a third verse sometimes...its only two for now...oh and Thrown Away is my new name

I am a space explorer, do you know why my face is older,
My fiery tongue is folded inside, but the froze taste is colder,
This dark place is the sun and moon, where east meets west,
Every one of the creepy crawlies, and each beast eats less,
Skies filled with smoke, I only see flaming kites with wings,
Birds with words, stuffed down beaks, yet it fights and sings,
Bees with honey regurgitated, they have the urge to hate it,
It bites and sings, it sees a lightning bug, that lights the things,
Of this cold world too small, but just look at the heights it brings,
Tell me I'm wrong again, not the problem, its the lies I love,
But seeing a bird, trying to fly the first time in skies above,
But can this bird write beautiful songs, can it arrange, compose,
Then shower off its lost mistakes, change some clothes,
Can it pluck a flower, and from its sore veins one rose,
Finally wipe the smeared and dried blood stains from foes,
If his bearly beating heart is in pain, the pain's numb grows,

Let me tell-a-vision, while hell is hissin, whispering sins,
Scabs of untold stories, telling with blistering pens,
Let me tell a vision, I'll have told a vision, once hell is risen,
I'll do my best, to tell a vision,

I whisper to the stars above, the bars I love, saying You-In-A-Verse,
They applaud, cheering, I hope God's hearing, its too soon to curse,
What if I sing sweet music, and use it like a springboard,
summer falls, making spring board, and winter sings more,
Where bumble bees, float on a humble breeze, wings soar,
On these honey makers,as the terrible wasps stings war,
They don't care for Venus or what are Saturn's rings for,
I have fallen, from them, now its winter since summer is dead,
I've always been a terrifying monster, but now I'm under the bed,
I used to think I was coherant, but nothing but blunder is dead,
My epidermis, is my one and only, its my last line of defence,
And mine is a sense, and hence, I never saw hints of thê fence,
Then I tried to climb the fixed fence, blame my sixth sense,
I have a terrible temper, that has a burning candle wicks prints,
Here is my vision, I hope you see it like a tell- a-vision,

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The constant mutlis!

I think the title is interesting. It's good wordplay and it does suit the lyrics.

First verse is about animals. It's very very very interesting to read man. Descriptive and on point.

Overall, GREAT.

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Thanks a million Fish

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I thought was a a different pace of flow sort of took a while to get used to
once i did it felt sort of new age dont know if that makes sense

overall doing good 8/10

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Thanks a lot Silv

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