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America, Tis Time To Gaze Into Your Own Looking Glass
Have you ever felt compelled ? No matter what or why you just couldn't escape
This moment in time it's calling or something ? Have you ever felt that way ?
Wanting to brush as paint lollipops lemon drops, rainbow skies flowers in her hair
Seaside shores love and love is everywhere: do you know what I mean; really ?
If so then you know, there is no joy as nothing pleasing; seeming perhaps being
A prophet of doom ? Albeit, I am not a prophet; more like a messenger somehow
Someway, one might say ? But believe me there is much, much more to this picture...
It is written in the Book of Acts that, during their latter day rains the end of time
Time as we know it that, some will see visions some will dream others, shall prophesy ?
Hmmm, was it the eighteenth chapter in Revelations which spoke of Babylon the great
Going up amid flames her whoredom reduced unto a pillar of smoke; in the blink of an eye...
You know, during the winter of nineteen eighty-two possibly eighty-three ? I beheld this annihilation
So much more again we shall say, actually: maybe that's why I seem in part to be compelled but
This is a two edged sword His message it absolutely, most definitely now seems ? Hmmm, anyway
America, let's just get to your truth be it bits in pieces, for now: from sea to shining sea
Strewn while littered with broken lives as misery; through neglect and poison and all you do ?
Murders everywhere we turn; prisons over flowing; insanity, to what degree ? Immorality, you could
Easily pass for it's poster child ? Drugs, wow, that'll rip ones heart out: yet, here you are claiming
To be some sort of gift to her world going to go save it ? Smile, you can't even save your own children...
Clean up your house: yes, I did behold your nine eleven, as your final gasp and your not King David
Albeit again you do know adultery as premeditated murder but I find no rock in this sling but I do somehow
Find your goliaths ? A country led by ignorance greed incompetence lust pride and as, Christ, once said, by the blind.