A Masterpiece of Wrong
Wear the change, as though I know my mind
Be the same, conditional to time
All a game, only when I find
It’s a post-regretful flaw in my design
In my head, this urgency of truth
All is said, whenever I can prove
Silence fed the silence in my groove
But when I fall into this fall I’m moved
On the ground I place my little pawns
Bordered mounds, the battle rages on
What I found within this hateful song
Is a masterpiece that never could belong
But if war could turn to peace then I would fade
To fight for all I am is all I say
When war becomes the earth then I am strong
But if it fell to naught then I am gone
If I could change this earth then I’d be wrong
Though I’d be right to complicate the song
Without the cause, the cause could not evolve
And without night, the day could not absolve
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