OwlShark - Doseone

The owl quietly kills

A farmer he milks

All stone’s of significant size stand perfectly still…

While you carve hearts to life

But that’s no tree

And that no lovers knife

Meanwhile

These fly’s survive a thousand you’s and I’s

In the single day they get to both

Live and let die…

I didn’t axe

But I been explained to by both

Elder and pied pipe alike…

But they both can’t warn me of themselves

Nor protect a blackhole from a white blood cell

You can t protect a convict from his baby pictures

Earth is a close collide of all possible perfects, survived…

No god or odds perfect…

The shark, now that’s purpose