DEEP

It's like a hole that's deep.

A grassy knoll with shooters in the street.

Losers with rumors about the future to cheat me out of my Jeweler's jewelry.

You observe truly beauty when you preserve truth in the universe.

I hit a move, I'm loose, the muse is burnt.

Go through the clues like the pews of a church.

Picking roots in the dirt. Digging for prove that it works.