Flo Per Go

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Conquering
Concertine
Doubt wires
“How, sire?”
Colonies
Prospering
Outriders:
Outliers..

Averages are mean
Savages are dreams
Avarice and greed
Inadequate for kings..

Below earth grows
An old church: Those
Are bitter, cursed
Parishioners
And hope there roasts

As nowhere, slow
Remembered pasts
Atone for goals
To get there fast..

And Flo Per Go’s
The Lord of Pain
As souls were shown
What force became..

And horror reigned
To show their souls
That force is lame
To flow, their foe..

For those where flow
Has course to change
For Flo Per Go
That force is thanks..

The attitude
Of gratitude
Is altitude
Of help for you:
Captured loot’s
Captive tools
Seldom use
Belts of truth..

Shall the truth
Tell a fool?
That is too
Grand to do:
Sell him two
Bells and flutes
Addin two
Grand in juice..

Concentrate
On your face:
What do you see?
Operate
On your faith
Trust is asleep..

Not awake’s
Commonplace:
Just a disease
On a plate
Often ate
Buttered with greed..

Got the pay
Got it raised
Oven’s degrees:
Got the grades
Got it made
What is achieved?

Mock the slaves:
All behave
Under the feet
Stompin faith
Not the face
Of the defeat..

More go where told
For notes they’re wrote
Or don’t: Their hope’s
Lord Flo Per Go..