Estuary

A fine lean equivalent instinctual colorful resemblance.
Stop the cloud of black that pounds on your oceans.
Beating, falling eternity from time behind your twisted hero of the tidal.
Electronic chip behind your eye, gouge it out.
Scoop my safe haven that will come.
Bionic movement limit your abilities.
Spread the trail, so far of the rail of Sunday.
Maybe for the first time, stare at life in the face.
Fly on the day, of the roads of yesterday.
Take control of your flattering scream of the cursed.
Don't worry, your not alone........
The prodigies will be handy once you meet them.