Encrypted Mind of Skippy 5
Sad to see the causalities,
Of these ****ing tragedies,
Such democracy that's,
Full of ****ing hypocrisy ,
Said a free country,
Giving taxes then distributes monthly,
It's said god loves me,
Yet he continues to shun me,
With all these religious views,
Has every individuals vision skewed,
The church continues to use,
Words in red based upon what Jesus said,
Saying if you believe he'll keep you fed,
Blessed and dressed and problems to him you confess,
With believers who constantly starve,
Seems they too live in the dark,
So I say Satan continues to carve,
Domination's fighting for what's "the truth",
Over analyzing and misconstruing the word,
Risks at large when conflict is even in God's backyard,
Excuse me and pardon me miss,
Would you like to try a life of meaningful bliss,
Be in that relationship that you say reality seems to miss,
Well, let me provide one simple kiss,
Take the risk and ignore your preferences on the list,
No?, say it isn't so... you won't let your type go?
Didn't he cheat? Didn't he beat?
He defeated your compassion with bruises as the reaction,
Yet you refuse to take action,
He has no passion when lust is his only fashion,
Pathological liar? Every second throwing YOUR love in the fire,
Love you can't get him to acquire,
So why live in the dream and go for what you say you require,
Everyone has their drug of choice,
"This isn't as bad as that"... a tedious strand of words from every voice,
From pills to weed, alcohol to nicotine,
It's the same basic fundamentals... we fiene (sp),
It keeps us at ease so maybe we can find some clarity and peace,
Weed calms, adderall hyphens,
Alcohol gets you all ****ed up fighting the sirens,
Nicotine eases the stress as does the rest,
But what I'm saying... why hate on what you'll probably do next?
We're all not far from the same,
Who doesn't beat on that violent drum?,
Who speaks of sweet melodies?,
Who sees pleasant dreams they try to make reality?,
Difference is some just get lost along the way,
But they're still searching for a better day...
Until they're in the coffin and put deep into the cold hollow grave.
Copyright © Eric Petry | Year Posted 2012
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