Angels and Razor Blades

Take care of each other out there wherever "out there" may be... a shopping mall a city street a place of worship beside a country creek. There's a deepening stain on the tapestry of society It's time to scrub it out scrub it rough scrub it clean. Had enough of turning the other cheek? Seems to me the cheek was picked clean a long time ago. Time to Fill it in with razor blades and fiery angels. Roll up your crowbar souls' good folk make the crows bleed out until they stop cawing. Take care of each other out there because "out there" doesn't give a rat's A-hole about you.