It’s calamity, panicky stricken frigid vectors
Just to mention
Just greed for morality’s skewed sense of perspective

I carry I’s across a step of spun yarn
Spy-glasses shall find
I don’t hide behind blind eyes
Rise to die, time-crime kills life
Chance might splice divine rights
Vibrant crises mind filled dice spins
Introspective spectaculars glide with peace pipes

Cotton candy farm for sweet toothed beings
Awaiting the tooth-fairy’s night-gifts
The charm to twist your gum’s wiped
To leave you, loser than bondage without links

Hunters embark to mark-down a prize
Bulls-eye is the suitable target arch
Tracking the preys steps, is the point of departure
Trace the prey down wind or stand out like a pink blimp
Stork its breath, then place your bet
Pull the trigger, to shoot it dead
A worthy prize for a skilled death-blow on the rise  

Jugglers should make-sure they hide to never be found
For this arrow hits life lines to erase heart-transplants to missing vein chains