Painting
Born into the world
We hold heavenly pictures
Speak of beauty and innocence
Yet wait for the evil to unfold
Not that the picture be stained
Not that it be abused
But erased, never to remain
Thrown into a river
Slowly watch the colors fade away
It’s falling apart
Falling apart
Then feel your body shiver
Now that you’re lost
And now that you may
Have no beating conscience
Be ignorant to the time of day
Losing touch with the value
O’ the values
But inseparable to a dead feeling
To the time of forever-ness
You’re falling apart
Watch your skin become pale
Watch your hair lose its color
And watch your health fail
Like a painting, losing its elements
Not that you thought
Not that you made a choice
But that you were spawned into life
With an unheard voice
As the sun appears, then disappears
In the sickening sky
The blind still lead the blind
The scent of degenerates
Strengthening in the winds of life
Make the generations drunk
Thoughts of decadence
Loved by the minds
Eternal illusion
No, no one can see
If there were a God
Too grand a god
To worship, not to curse
The this better not have been destiny
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