The hen. It ain't misbehaving beyond its chicken wired fence of offence and gut wrenching
Absolved beyond the butcher of a New Year's Eve tremendous fight against the fencing
That fights and ignites the digging of tunnels to expand and escape
Wearing uniforms of enemies popping out in shadows of forrests in trees we scrape.
And then we run and dodge and hide we stalk and try and sub delight
We hum and hue in clouds of intrinsic escape amongst the releasing killers kite
Who are you to question my obviously forged passport quest
The journey amongst soiled train stations delving deep of bequest
I speak perfect German which is why they sent me
To travel amongst the gravel of hinderence towards the depth of the sea
Towards my submarinor heading depth of aqua delight
A nectarine summers church sunset after I won the fight
You held me in a cell but I drove and relived
I beat against the nazi heart like flower tumbling of the bakers sive
You never felt my heart of bread could rise and fall
But I was the man that escaped your chains the wonderment the all.
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