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We don't believe....

Wings beat through the wind of change
Echoing drumsong on etheric skins
We swoop to existence to feast upon
Fermented stories plucked from Eden’s memory
Drunk on the possibilities of harvests fulfillment
We migrate to a new golden dawn
Still loving you for the hope
as it springs eternal
from the nail bed of your wounded heart.
Who will part
the heavens for thee
as Moses parted the Sea?
Suffer.
Suffer little children.
Be meek, be poor,
endure
another round
of Karmic delight
as the light
remains hidden
under a bushel of fear
and we are left here
living the fall out
scurrying about
in the destruction of our leaving.
We have all been deceiving
the holy ghost
and at the very most
we can try to be kind
but the human mind
is so disconnected from heart
that we do not know where to start
to heal.
We can only feel
as deep as our pain has allowed us
It runneth over, our cup.
They nailed you up
and left you there to bleed
their greed
for suffering, licking lips at the sight of pain
and once again
they're howling for blood and bone.
War alone
shows us, I suppose.
Not enough the rows on rows
where desert grows
crosses born
to die in scorn.
We all die.
Heads severed and hung to dry
just trying to please
bodies blowing in the breeze
strange fruit indeed.
Yet you still bleed
from every church wall and cemetery
yet your cross is very
very old.
I've been told
your Mother died
For one whole year she cried
at the agony of betrayals cost
as all was lost
of that bright dream.
It sure doesn't seem
any better to me.
Jealousy
and greed
precede.
I know we have to change
and rearrange
our thinking.
We've made a stinking
mess of the wisdom taught.
We got caught
in thinking, that life is so tough
we could never be enough.
You told us, these things we could do and more
we just don't believe you anymore.
 


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