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 leave you alone
Take care of each other out there
Because "out there" doesn't give a rat's A-hole about you.
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